The Loss of Our Wings

earth-ling:

Stripped of purpose,

strippeed of pride,

to remain,

inhabiting this plain.

.

Velvet wings dissevered,

Blackbird tumbles from the sky.

Soft songs fade away—

but the beauty seen this day!

.

Down in the trenches,

removed from the fold,

a disgrace to the name,

ripe for the blame.

.

Exiled from paradise

for careless choices,

for kindled tears,

the story mangled

over the years.