maniacal wings

manic laughter
till I start choking on tears
trying to comprehend
my desire, my belief
that one day I will
fly freely in paradise

trying to understand
my delusion that in eternity
our feet won’t touch the dirt
it must be the stench
of my rotten hearts
clouding my judgement

something is missing
why else would I fail
to see the arrival of doom
at least my lack of compassion
guarantees the ignition
of destruction from within

I cut my wings

broken, 2021

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