Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe

Fallen

Feathers on the floor
Curled against the door
Hands are shaking
Having trouble faking
Breath is weak
Bones creak
Wings no longer work, can't keep me afloat
In the middle of the sea, don't have a boat
Arms start freeze, sinking into the deep
Heart starts to slow, Death has come to reap
Hands reach out but my wings are only a frame
People now looking down calling me a "shame"
"What a waste of talent"
"If only she could deal"
I'm sorry.
My wings are broken and my brain is starting to reel
Black water swallows me
Can't see the sky
I'm drowning
I'm falling
If only I could fly...