Dark Days.

I wanna fly high

But sadly I can’t

They cut my wings at birth

And planned for me to be a wench

Already defeated

At such a young age

Forced to serve the rich

And be happy with a small pay

Too mentally ill

To even be considered for a job

But they’ll wonder how my life went so downhill

And how I can be such a slob

I would say whatever

That I don’t care

But that is a lie

I do care

I want to fly

I want soar

And helps those like me

To help the poor

To be someone’s miracle

To be their inspiration

And to help them find hope

So we can better our society for the next generation

We shouldn’t be so defeated

At so young of an age

We need to change this

To brighten up these dark days

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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