Wingless
I know part of nature is to have losses.
I mean we lose, friends, family, even bosses.
Like it is for human nature to keep losing things,
It’s much like a seraph when it loses its wings.
Nature has blessings, curses, virtues, and sins.
It’s a double-edged sword for those on the outside looking in.
We can never have hands or lose them or a fish could lose its fins.
It can be looked as a game which very few can win.
Here we keep losing & losing and search for a reason to go on.
Until the breaking point comes and all you want is to be done.
But don’t pull the trigger or take the drop because you’ll regret it.
You’re too young to end and to know you did it I’ll never forget it.
We all have wings.
Don’t take for granted all of these things.
They’ll be gone before too long.
Then it’ll be too late before you realize nothing was wrong.
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