growing wings | Completed

31. the damned, the lost, and the tired

there is a slight tremor in my bones,

     a slight rumble in my heart,

           a slight waver in my voice.

there is a sea green ocean held in my eyes,

      a glistening treasure of gold in hers,

           however, i am the dragon that guards this castle.

i have wings that bind me to the ground like chains,

      yet they set me free to roam the skies,

            but, i do not know where to go.

my mind caves in on me, and red is all i see,

      i am at unease, and the only place that gives me peace is her,

            with tangled hair that of which resembles a proud lion, she sets me free.

yet these wings seem to turn from dark leather to feathery white,

     i do not deserve this color, for i have sinned, and am tainted,

           heavy with black, inky guilt, will i be able to take flight?

feathers carved from the gods, eyes dark as envy, and hands burnt from evil,

      i hope my family can forgive me,

             and commence my sinking minds retrieval. 

one day i will wither away to become dust that rests upon a desk,

     one day i will fall from the skies because i do not deserve to be aligned with the stars,

           one day i will have her in my arms.

i hope this mundane life will turn into something beautiful, something worth it,

     because repetition will be the death of me, from waking up to face my existence,

           to knowing i'd never have the one i love, i wish i could reword it.

perhaps my swirling colors looming above me at night will crawl underneath my eyelids,

     and paint my world a better way than i see it,

          for all i see are faces of the damned, the lost, and the tired.

i wish to fly up above the clouds, cool breeze atop my skin,

     my constantly decaying body will finally be at rest as i float above the dark,

          and when night comes, i shall finally be close to the stars.