A/N: A symbolism poem about my depression. It sucks, like all of my other work, but please review and tell me what you think.

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A Broken Wing

Hopes lay dead on the cold, hard ground

What once was has now been lost

Futile attempts to rise from the dirt

And restore my broken pride

Result in shattered spirits and faded dreams

Must I accept this dismal fate?

Shot down without a chance to fight

Is this the point of no return?

Or could there be a chance to heal

And take to the skies once more?

Others look on with pity and sympathy

But with their pride, they move on

They don't understand the agony inside

Without a shred of light to hold onto

I'm not sure I'll make it through.

Now a slave to my own self-doubt

Each thought brings a new layer of pain

As I lie in shame, grief, and stinging anguish

I reflect on my past, present, and future

Is there something to live for?

A few people reach out in an attempt to help

I simply turn away and continue on

They don't know the pain within

I take one last look at the sky above

And surrender to the darkness.