The Transcendent Being

A short poem I hope you'll enjoy!

I'm burned and I'm hurt, but the pain does not bother

This feeling of sorrow succumbs to no other

I fly, I am free, from Earth-bound desires

The woe and the maim, no longer quagmires

I look down on the people, a transcendent being

The mayhem and struggle, I hate what I'm seeing

They carry their pain, which i learned to cease

They spread it, inflict it, they do as they please

Take flight, fellow people! Take flight and be free!

Follow my footsteps, and be perfect like me! 

Reviews

[Black]

it''s beautifull,
your lay out could be better ,
but still beautifull
maybe the lay out befits the poem