Learning From Your Mistakes Is So Cliche

As lips of cliff collapse,

My footing's quickly lost--

Decide to fall again,

The ground I shall accost.

Encounters with these falls

Bestowed me broken limbs,

But will this time my wings

Avert a fate as grim?

So many times my feet

Coerced me to this edge,

Forgetting past mistakes

And shuff'ling me off ledge.

Descent is always swift,

The impact offers pain.

I somehow never learn

I shouldn't fall again.

My wings refuse to spread,

Their feathers tearing free,

The rocks are grinning now,

Their edges all I see.

Author's Note

Another for English. Iambic Trimeter rhyme scheme ABCB.