Wings of Faith

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A poem.

Submitted: September 16, 2018

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Wings of Faith

 

Some days, some dreadful days, I have faithful swings, as if I had wings.

With these wings, I fly, fly towards a new day, with new hope, hope soon to be, broken.

And when it breaks, I feel dead, dead when my blood leaks.

When tears fill up my heart, I feel, like I’m drowning, drowning in my, little emotionless lake.

Tears fall, fall and fill up, the emotionless lake, filling it to the brim.

When the days repeat, my guidance falls apart, while my heart shatters to the ground.

Some dreadful days, I have faithful swings, as if I had wings.

With these wings of faith, I fly, fly towards the sky, with new hope for the next day.

The hope shatters, is that new, no, I don’t think, I think I’m scattered, these wings,

Are these wings real, or are they fake?

My brain cannot comprehend, my inevitable fate, the fate no one can escape, I end up by the gates, the gates of greatness, the gates of happiness.

Wings fade, fade away, hope just scatters, while my wings fades away,

And I fall to the gates, do I have a choice? Gates of suffering, gates of depression, and eternal torment.

Some days, some dreadful days, I have faithful swings, as if I had wings.

With these wings, I fly, fly towards a new day, with that new day comes hope, soon to be broken.

My wings fade, fade away, I fall, light disappears, I go blind, my head hurts, when my light fades, things aren’t bright, some days, some dreadful days, just don’t feel right.

Maybe, Maybe I’m right, and my wings aren’t real, and I will fall, but who know.

Only time, will tell, whether I’m right or, wrong…

 

 

Leon Krog


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