I’ll fly higher than your chains can reach
Break their steal claws, biting me
Your torturous touch shall fade with time
As will ‘precious’ memories.
This toxic love will lose its power
Its venom removed from my heart
My feathered wings will soar ever higher
Whilst you sink into the muddied ground.
All things are weapons to us
Instead we torture others
To lift each other higher?
Together, we may yet rise.
~Thanks for reading! This was my attempt at a Shadorma poem (though it is more than one linked together). It follows a 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable pattern, without rhymes. I find I enjoy the syllable focused ones as it adds a new challenge with words.
~I will also add it was my entry into a challenge on Prose. They post their own challenges and users can, too. It is a great way to find inspiration if you need it!