Fragile breath and
fragile skin,
knuckles bent and
shoulders slumped in...
Paper wings and
paper hearts,
emergency lights and
medical charts...
Failing call and
failing voice;
Power steals and
leaves no choice.
Comments
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A little confusing but I liked how dark it is and not direct, whatever it meant you got a great rythme going on. I like the first two lines of the second stanza, deep meaning.

~Noor

