poems

Damned Wings

I'd count my lucky stars if I could fly

Wings my goal to see the world as it is

With or without them I would surely die

Even the Devil's wings I would take his

but if the Wings of Hell were to be mine

and a tragic fate that would surely be

And that would cause my wings to curl and pine

never to fly nor fall or heaven see

But were the wings of glory on my back

I would see the heavens and all the stars

but pitiful me with my wings of black

I turn my head and see all of my scars

I turn to see the stitches of my past

I turn to my future to fly at last