The Wind That Stole Your Wings
Bleached feathers are falling from the sky
Tumbling down in a soft zig zag
Graceful in their descent
Not speaking of the violence
That marred their departure.
A delicate coat of feathers on the ground
Unwavering from the winds that delivered them
Sparkling like unmined gems
Whilst winters cold countenance
Lays like a sheet over the land.
No one sees the grace, just imperfection
A heavier burden for their shovels
A hampered vision from their windshield
Redder fingers to grip the twisting wheel
And colder winds to hide in shelter from.
Your face widowed of color and hue
In sorrow bound and wide-sweeping arms
Your make-shift wings left indented
A make believe angel in a world
That's lacking them being born free or set free.
You've been left without wings and
If given them, they surely would trail in dust
You may not be an Angel
But without you
They all would've fallen by now.
By VirulentMalice
© 2008 VirulentMalice
(All rights reserved)
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