Absolution

true story.. without the whole me being an angel and everything...

 

Forgive me, Father

For it is I who have sinned.

I came upon the revelation

While I was there a-walking

That my world was built on lies

Half-truths and fragments of the stories

That ran through my veins like water

Polluted and sluggish, that is.

Forgive me, Father

For my life is no longer worth it

Worth this pointless struggle

No longer worth the price

One must pay to play the game.

A game of eternal torment

I fly on wings of gilded metal

Heavy and unmovable

I cannot measure my own wingspan

For I have not the strength

To stretch them out full.

Forgive me, Father

This world is full of angels

And I�"desiring to fly above the clouds

I undertook the trek

To oblivion.

Drugs and a drink

That altered the mind itself�"

But for a moment I was flying

Before I started falling, that is.

Forgive me, Father

For it is I who have sinned

My life is destroyed now

My world is in pieces

For the sole reason

That I wanted to stretch my wings

And fly.

 

By: Shayla Sayer

Reviews

[Andrea Vargas]

this was lovely good write (:

[The Analog Kid]

Use the illusion of being an angel and then crashing and burning from addiction. Powerful piece.

[joshua deathdealer]

Outstanding write. I love your choice of words here.

[SpokenWord]

That kind of flying occurs in our mind as a dream from the drugs tricking us into believing in the unreal and not the realness of life. It is a beautiful write sad because there is hope after a crash if lessons are learned, gained and internalized given time to grow into wisdom before released as spoken words again.

We are raised on lies I tried to ask the Easter Bunny if he existed but I never saw him to ask. We tell our children lie after lie and expect them to develop a sense of truth later in life. Excellent write I loved it. Full of desire for change under the cloud of sadness and regret!

[Silent Knight]

Beautiful and sad.

[masqued_muse]

itz....really awesome, Shayla.. We, the eternal Icarus. We shall touch the Son....it is promised. Great read, hon.