something i wrote on the way home from drug court
hope yall like it

I have these wings
mantled upon my back
but no one ever showed me
the means to fly them

been meaning to try myself
but it trys more than patience
now its to late
now i stand
both feet grounded, waving above

shackled to concrete
a foot of leash
both hands to the sky, trying to reach
wishing the wind would pull me in

decepting the sun at his lowest
moment, feeding rope
hoping he will take his end

grasping tightly, as to never let go
pleading for a ticket, past the horizon
for a noon departure
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its just a title,what did guns have to do with peace?
TS i though it was good,cant reallt crit alot it was far more than i could crit on bt very good i enjoyed
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