Fallen Angels
I'm in a land full of fallen angels,
all trying to fly with broken wings
bruising their feet...running...
but never lifting up off the ground
and their tear, scream loud
creating blood bath,
become destructive to them self.
trying to avoid the question of, WHY?
Why have we fallen from grace?
this land that feels like home, beauty all around
but i have been blinded by the fog that covers the sky
and distracted by the smell of death
thats why each breath seems harder to take,
but i take it, i feel i deserve this life...
no matter if its reward or punishment!
sometimes i wonder if i'm like them?
am i running with burning wings...?
where is this land i'm in?
and who left me here
in the middle of nowhere,
where they have created hell in the process of
trying to recreate heaven.
am i lost, just waiting to be found?
should i continue to try to take flight,
but how will i ever get home in a land full of fallen angels
where nobody knows the directions...
Copyright © Latoya Swinson | Year Posted 2011
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