You sent me an Angel, to test my heart
I failed You miserably, right from the start
I almost feel demonic, like Satan himself
Maybe I AM born of the pits of hell myself
Perhaps my soul has been doomed for centuries now
In this life, I thought I could change that somehow
Do with me what you will, punish me as you see fit
You've already taken my wings, my own fault I admit
Why even bother with the struggle any more
I might as well burn in hell, for no longer can I soar
Perhaps I will just let this life run it's course
No longer seeking Your guidance, absolving my remorse
If I'm cursed to burn and bound to the abyss
Because I fell off the chosen path and became amiss
YOU sent me here to this place to perform a single task
Now my life is hell, because I forgot what it you asked
One small reminder, why will You not tell me my mission
You're lack of willingness to speak to me has taken all of my ambition




©2008 Den Wedding. All rights reserved

Good one bro.

I liked that thanx. Here is something that kind of parallels part of that.


As I soar through the sky
rivlets of wax flow from my wings
on a blistering journey down my skin.
I fly higher.
Though my flesh melts away,
I continue to rise.
Tormented,
with pain as my guide,
I reach for the light,
watching
as all that I am
slips through my fingers.
Broken and falling,
I can not help but think,
I almost reached the sun.

TYVM Mr. Yeast

I like yours as well, nice job!

Hmmm, I think I'll leave this one for LAMom her gentle style may be more appropo.....

must there be a mission?

What if experiencing life ... celebrating life ... living life ... is the mission...

You're always such the optimist!

Now you are scaring me

well, that certainly was an interesting write to say the least.
would you care to have the answer to that
question so eloquently put?
Inquiring minds want to know

Which question would that be?

~Den

another great one,to soaring again

I'm very very glad that you enjoyed it!

~Den