My Spirited Wings

I am broken. In so many ways.

I made mistakes for so many number of days.

Caught the wrong bus,

Spoke the wrong words,

Shook hands with those unworthy

And turned my back to the good old brandy.

I attracted danger.

And saw love in shallowness.

I took up the cold knife

And played with the steely mess.

But does anyone know?

Does anyone care?

Will they guide me ever,

And make me see what's there?

No, says a voice.

No, they wont make that choice.

They are hypocrites

Who paint me honey, and spit venom 

Once I am out of sight.

So, I stand here. To fix my chaos.

Carve my own way

And fly like an Albatross.