Once yielded, I settled amidst the perches Gawked aloft at joy, then below at that which lurches Lunged faithfully forward with unfolded arms Waited for the winds to ascend me free of harms Yet, I was born with no wings to prevail Whereas now, sluggishly towards the abyss I fail Gleaming and satisfied smiles fade to fumes I, ebbing quite further into the gloom that consumes Though blurry - I scrutinize many and more Ceaseless, content, smiling visages that soar In masses they unite upward to life’s great joy Plummeting further - my mind a tattered toy Eerie energies embark an anxious stagger for me Myself, seized and sunken furthermore by this dim sea Reaching for I, charred claws stained and soiled with boils Born forlorn, I linger to be devoured by it’s turmoils Far above, numerous grasp the rapture and sprout simpers While I, I drown into my own cries, shrills, and whimpers Echoes surround me, haunting, questioning, why is this me Obscured by life’s propaganda – none will see Halt not my fall with an outstretched hand I shan’t reach back, no, not this human contraband For if I were saved, wings for myself I would yet lack I could only sit and sob over satiation of life’s slack Perish not like me - persist towards life’s delight If you ever understand - I’ll be plunging from flight Mental dissipation from despair well into the drop The sudden stop… I anticipate… I wait…
Reason for writing:
life as always...
Birth sign: Taurus
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