Wings
Icarus wings perhaps ...
Waiting for an angel
In my closet
Where skeletons preside
To one, attached wings
My angel mortalised.
Hunting for another
I find them without wings
They've lent them
To some human on the brink.
I've been floating
On deja-vu wings
Living on borrowed wings.
And there I hang
In my closet
With unfluttered wings
I am my angel
Mortal without wings
Trapped on earth
Heaven with sins.
What stayed with you?
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