I hover oh so low <br />scraping my worn feet upon the grown <br />wishing to fly <br />but the wings upon my back <br />barely hold me up <br />off my feet <br />bent and broken <br />over and over <br />wings now so weak <br />I am shaking with defeat<br /><br />Scarlet .....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hovering/
