Black Wings; Grey Rings; Orange Cloud of Smoke

My wings have never been
So tattered and weathered
Ashen and dulled
Barely even feathered
My flight has been nulled
To the ground I’m tethered
Gravity, to me, has never felt
So strong and relentless
Oh it’s so pulling
Forcing me upon the floor beneath
Resisting it’s might
Feels like trying to pull teeth

My wings are so heavy
They are weighing me down
I’m falling from the sky
I land atop a town
Like a nuclear explosion
Or a metorite impact
I flatten all the houses
All the people dead
All the rubble cracked
Once again I’ve left nothing
But death and destruction in my path

I need a bath
As big as an ocean
To wipe this sin clean from my slate
I’ve bitten off a little bit more than I can chew
Perhaps there’s too much on my plate
Maybe I should fast?
Wonder how long would that last?
Though it could do me some good
To be a bit more intermittent
Maybe it could be lent
To me by a friend
Oh wait
There’s no one left
That can help me

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McDream's Poetry

I write stuff. Mostly comedy. Probably unfunny, if it's not your cup of tea drink coffee.