To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Anna's Catharsis

I hear angel voices

They think me insane

Locked me in an asylum

On a medical claim

But never mind nonbelievers

For there's heavenly unrest

Talks of a cold uprising

And a war lies now behest

A light shed on a secret

The truth unfurled aloud

For I am no child of man

But a righteous being of God

I thought humans as wonders

The experience, destinations

I had wanted to capture the

Varying degrees of emotions

They thought me a traitor

Had me fall out of my grace

Now I'm stuck in the middle

Catching spectral airwaves

But I know who I am now

I'm not with a lost sanity

I'll return to my original state

To my fellow propinquity

They do not understand

Why this decision I've made

Why I'd trade power for pain

Humanity for consequences paid

I had vied sorely to be free

Not to be a clockwork soldier

Better to be mortal and be me

Than to be controlled forever

I simply wanted a will of my own

Though I'm rejected from above

I've only wished to feel something

I just wanted to know how to love.