Wings

You tripped my switch

it can’t be fixed

broken, it stuck flipped

mind on a slide, it slips

down towards a grinding

pounding sound, lost, no hope of finding

a rumble of hurt thoughts erupt

spraying my eyes with blinding dust

The words rebound through my head

like a pinball on a table, lights flashing

clashing, neon signs pointing out my dread

critical, vital signs crashing

lives running out, already down the hall

life runs down, like paint dripping down a wall

time slipping by

tears run dry

You pulled the lever, pushed the button

I was on a summit you sent me plummeting

like flying without wings, at high velocity straight down

I was facing the ground,

as it sped towards me

bled my heart on a page

the ink stained

life drained

one last quatrain

You pushed too hard, I was falling fast

I thought I'd lost, in truth I'd won

I'd grown, my wings revealed at last

and could now fly, the sky my own

Thanks For Reading. 

Peace & Love

Kyle.