Enigma (A Contemplative Collection of Poems)

I Can't Fly

I Can’t Fly

Life is not a game of luck,

But a journey where you fight for impeccability.

I regret every moment of my life.

The strongest most significant is when those despicable words escaped my mouth.

I said I didn’t love her.

And I wish her gone.

I watched her eyes, flying open as she saw it.

She saw you.

She saw death.

Never once did a tear slide down my cheek,

As I watched a sea of black, as faces looked down.

Because every day, you see my face just by looking in the mirror,

And every day you hear my voice just by using your own

And you ask yourself, why you instead of me?

I am a heartless, demented creature.

So I made myself a necklace that hung around my neck.

I’m joining her now.

I jumped off and now I’m flying.

In movements of twitching and jerking,

I have now been brought back to life.

With a ring under my smile.

Unbroken, now torn from all attachments.

After all, angels can’t fly.