Poems For A Lonely Soul

Clay Wings

i thought i was a masterpiece
artwork meant to be shown to millions like Artemis
but the clay on my wings is fragile
the sculpted feathers are too heavy
i was never born to fly

the more i tried to fly, the more the weather fought me
storms raged on as i tried to meet the sky
the rain wailed onto my fragile wings and ripped them of their flesh
the burn in my bones as my skin melted was not one to forget
the tears in my eyes pooled down my body, further tearing myself
i was never born to fly

my body fell to the ground
battered and in pain
my once beautiful wings were no more
they were small stubs of what remains
i would never be appreciated like Artemis
i was never born to fly