The Dark Days

those were the dark
days, i say i love you
but i never meant to.

those were the bleak
days, i do things that
i do not really like.

those were the saddest
days of my life,
when i am not me because
it was meant to be,

otherwise i cannot be here
now, free, with eight wings
on my feet
the winds in my hands
light in my forehead
thunder in my lips.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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