Persistent weed

Persistent weed

I lay there, upon the soils of falsified hope
With every minutes wind my body quivers.
My roots, nestled in dirt and grime
Inside my hollow shell of existence remaining all alone
Saddened because of what I blossomed as
My body disfigured, my brain warped,
My emotions abstract, my soul repugnant.
I can never be the same as I once was,
a seed of ignorant bliss.
I’m trebling with fear
For I know not what awaits me.
I have to live but how can I without you.
I am in purgatory it seems,
My desires a persistent weed.
Your desires a graceful dove in flight,
so far above my garden of crushed dreams,
so distant from my leaves of lust, my petals of love.
You fly so high seeming like a stellar goddess.
So I follow suit, do as Icarus did
I fly away, after your beautiful silhouette,
upon my grotesque wings
I have crafted out of feathers and wax.
As I reach out to you so close to the radiant sun
My wings, so brittle, they fail
My feathery freedom melts away
The sun so hot as if a message from god himself
My liquid wings cover my pitiful body.
The wax hot, scorching,
Burning as I plummet to the inferno of dirt and grass
Upon the earth’s flesh I lay once more.
Broken, burned, and scarred
never to see you again
As I make my home in the weed bed,
you make yours amongst the clouds,
a perfect home for an angel.
Mine a perfect home for me,
an oddly persistent weed