Descent to Reality

I

Once

Had

Wings.

And they were beautiful.

And with them

I would soar

High

Above the ground.

And the world was beautiful.

But I dared not

Touch

The ground.

For they would come

And take my wings

Which were beautiful.

I loved

An old man

For he was beautiful.

But he died.

So I buried him

In a field of flowers.

They were beautiful.

They came

And chained me.

They slowly

Plucked

Each

Feather.

Then they slowly

Ground

Off

My

Wings

With

Chains.

And I cried.

For I knew

I was no longer

Beautiful.

And now I stand

On the edge

Of the abyss.

Can I Fly?

Who Can Know?

I leap.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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