The Loss of Our Wings
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.






