Feathers fall, drifting in the breeze,
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Like a pillow bleeding.
My back aches -- empty, slashed by the cold air,
I am afraid to turn around, seeing,
That my wings are no longer there.
When I look back, I see,
What I no longer am.
What I can never be.
And I'm scared. Cold. Dead inside.
I want to fly, instead I fall.
It's not true.
It's not better to have loved and lost,
Than to have never loved at all.
Now I know it. Knowledge paid for through my damnation,
Every step I take brings me a step further from salvation.
A step further from you.
It chills me. Worse than the blood loss. Or the sight
Of my mangled wings, or this terrible night,
The thought of being without you.
I've tried to forget -- it doesn't work, I can't move on,
I just stare at the sky, and wonder where you've gone.
I can see the rushing cement,
I can feel pounding rhythm of my heart about to fade,
The wind whips at me, pavement drawing close, but even now,
Even here, I pray.
Not for myself.
But for you.