Once I was able to soar, Once I could fly, by regretful choice that is no longer the case. |
-Cleft Wings- by Keaton Foster Sore Bloody Much more These wounds Grievous This injury Continuous From any height Will I now fall Every impact Horrendous I won’t survive I was not meant to Cleft wings Upon the ground Looking up As my world Tumbles All around Those I love Soaring free Those I hate Escaping me All of them All of it ascending As I myself Am quickly descending Down so low Down far below Soon I’ll start sinking Into a blackness Of no escaping Soon I will be beyond Any eight-foot hole Soon I will slip Into forever’s bosom There I will be kept Cleft wings I won’t ever fly again Willingly I did this Self righteously Inflicted Sore Bloody Much more These wounds Grievous This injury Continuous From any height I will now fall To a greater depth Further I will always go Deeper I will always be Those I love Soaring free Those I hate Escaping me All of them All of it ascending As I myself Am quickly descending Madness So much sadness A blissful idea That if I ended it That if I cut my wings I would stop feeling A pain that to me At most times Was unbearable But such a pain Is nothing to what I have come to feel now I made a mistake A tragedy unmaking To the bone I sliced my flesh Cut my tendons Removing my wings And therefore Offering me no escape From what I was certain Would be A much deserving fate… Cleft Wings Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016/2017. |