When The Poet Has Spoken

So, again you say it never happened And plea for my insanity When you could not admit Your emotions were twisted To suit your own needs While making mine forever secondary As if only you had wings Which fell off from a missed opportunity and had clipped before the spring... Many paths have been broken And chances clearly undertaken, Still, the sun shines on above Upon even those paths man has forsaken, But still, he has God and his love, He is the poet that has just spoken, Feeling the pain of a broken wing from a dove That can no longer reach the sky...