A Compilation of Poetry: Spiritual

An Angel's Wings

With wings stripped from me,

I'm eternally falling into the pits.

The pits of fire and brimstone,

of Hell and whatever lies beyond.

Sometimes, I need a lift,

And do what I can,

To get my kicks.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

Wings of smoke replaced my feathers,

Our own father burning me,

And though I do burn myself,

I long for flight and a cloud's kiss.

If lungs were wings I'd be some place else,

Blackened fibers gliding me through the air,

Like a crow, an ominous creature.

For surely I am no longer perfect.

I have a story to tell,

Of places my gloomy presence has taken me,

 I'm a dark knight, and a fallen angel,

And I'll do what I must to reach the sky.

A staircase of pearly ecsasty shall guide me,

To places I before could not yet see.

Completely unguarded I'll blacken my lungs,

Till I reach a peace of mind, body, and soul.

Smoke on either side,

I do ascend,

With the help of a few of my friends,

And I breathe it in.