A blind hand

Darius, what a name. I heard a tale of a king by the name Darius in the holy testoments. I did my research when a grew curious of thy name. A wealthy man, one who holds the good. This was once me. A boy who held the good of god's wisdom to one day give to his people, not just his followers, but those who are blind in his world. I once was Darius, someone who would one day bring good. I once loved it, now my demons covered my wings black, now I don't know where i'm soaring. I'm falling onto the dirt of the ground because i cannot soar for long. Not anymore. I loved the sunset, now I pray for the sky to fall. I onced begged to make it to heavens gates and now being trapped under city lights is now my home. Why I changed? I don't know. I look at my hands and  ask myself  ‘’what have I done’’. I have fallen from the sky and banished from god's promise to me. I do not hate him, hopefully never. But we both know his child of good is lost, and now something else has took it upon to raise me.