angel burdened by earth

youre a fallen angel but your wings are far too much of a burden for you to carry.

you dance in daylight,

but as soon as you’re alone in the absence of light and the hum of the people,

you begin to carve pieces out of yourself to ease the weight of the world on your body.

each piece, each feather, a shard of hope, but detached from yourself it wanes away like smoke.

and eye for an eye;

the world drowns you in burdens,

so you chip at yourself away as a cause,

until you are left with nothing but the bare bones of yourself.

is this what it wants from me?

when will it finally be enough?

when will i feel the peace that i give out?

coursing pessimism.

a plea for grace in your eyes,

as you weep silently into the violent hands you possess, which stand to be the only ones who hold you during trivial times.

you search for solace in the shadows,

but the echos of your calling anguish bleed out into the darkness,

dissipating to nothing in the void.

you’re burdened to bring light,

but even angels falter in the place where sorrows grow.

Author's Note

i havent proof read this so if theres any mistakes, my bad!!!