The Death Of An Angel

There was a time when
I flew high above and saw
The ground below.
And as I enjoyed the lofty view
I looked behind me to find
Two great wings,
Yes….I did.

I saw two beautiful wings
Of golden glimmering feathers
And I swear to you this
isn’t a dream I am writing about.

But each time I hated,
Every time I lied and manipulated
Things and people around me,
I felt a lingering, subtle pain
I looked behind to find
My wings bleed.

Yes, I saw blood trickle down
From their sides and the glimmer
Was so ruined by the mess of the blood.
And so terrified was I that I swore,
Never to look back for my
Magnificent wings again.

Life continued……….
As it could and I chased
The Bitch Goddess of success
Every passing day.
Never to turn around
To notice the withering
Of my beautiful wings.

Everyday as I saw: my life fading,
My beliefs changing,
my strengths falling
Every time as I witnessed,
The petrifaction of my soul,
the mutilation of my love,
the murder of my heart,
I felt a feather fall down
And disappear like a falling star.

Then, one fine day as I sat
And watched some children play
In a park.
I felt a strange longing,
A burning ache within my heart
I wanted to fly
Yes I did.

Just like in the days gone by
I wanted to touch,
The clouds above and wave
Those children bye.
I wanted to see my beautiful wings,
Spread against the gentle spring air.

I took a deep breath-
And it all felt like bygone days.

I went out and looked at the clear blue sky
I called out to the heavens-
“I want to fly,
I want to fly”
Then I turned to see
The glimmer of my feathers
Under the blue spring sky.
But what I found-
Was an empty place like everyone has.
No feathers, no glimmer,
no wings to fly

I sat down on the grass
Dejected and forlorn,
For I knew that now
I can never fly.
I kept on watching, the kids flying,
Up in the clear spring sky
And all I wished was that their wings be with them forever,
And all I prayed for was-that the Angel in them should never die.