The angel has chained away. . .
Praying who could set her free,
to spread her wings and fly away.
Waiting from the depths of darkness,
and bind in misery. . .
The angel looks up. . .
Reaching out her hand on that empty space,
Still waiting and hoping. . .
That faint light she saw from the distance,
Is the way for her freedom.
Annie MusickHi! Thank you for your thoughts! ☺
We are all prisoners, either from someone or from our own self. Could that be? ☺August 20, 2019, 15:12
tiago líreasIndeed. Looking it from a general point of view, for as long as we don't fully comprehend existance we will be prisoners of this world; we may feel like we're free once in a while, but it's an illusion, and I don't think we'll ever get over the illusion. I like that way of thinking.August 20, 2019, 16:11