The Glory of Falling

By Angshita

No one had told me

Where was Heaven’s path

Thus I could fly there.

Hence, I chose to fall

Rather than be in Hell.

My wings burnt out.

They only saw the sharp edges

Of the remaining bones.

Therefore, I demand

In my next life

Make me remember

The road to Heaven

Or never give me wings again

As no one taught me

To hate

The glory of falling.

By Angshita