I used to be able to fly.
It was incredibly simple,
effortlessly easy.
I used to kiss the sky
with my wings by my side-
two loyal companions
in a treacherous war.
The war had four letters-
four letters; all matter.
Four letters, each carrying
a destructible weapon.
L.I.F.E
They blinded me
and I couldn't tell which one it was,
but one of them had hands.
Merciless hands.
Enemy hands.
Peppered hands.
Ten fingers plucked at my wings-
ripping my feathers out one by one like
plucking eyelashes from a human eye.
I held unlucky pennies.
I breathed the air of space.
I felt the knife of a killer.
I heard nothing-
nothing at all.
But I guess you have to lose your wings in order to understand what it is that truly makes you fly.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
I used to be able to fly.
It was incredibly simple,
effortlessly easy.
I used to kiss the sky
with my wings by my side-
two loyal companions
in a treacherous war.
The war had four letters-
four letters; all matter.
Four letters, each carrying
a destructible weapon.
L.I.F.E
They blinded me
and I couldn't tell which one it was,
but one of them had hands.
Merciless hands.
Enemy hands.
Peppered hands.
Ten fingers plucked at my wings-
ripping my feathers out one by one like
plucking eyelashes from a human eye.
I held unlucky pennies.
I breathed the air of space.
I felt the knife of a killer.
I heard nothing-
nothing at all.
But I guess you have to lose your wings in order to understand what it is that truly makes you fly.
