Drowning in the Clouds

Her winds are howling to the dawn of day

Snarling atop her steely plinth

Raised herself to the sky

Beneath the churns of hazy ash

She stokes the patchworks of blinding fires

Inches away, it strikes my ground

Scorching grasses that curl my nose

She growls to her crowded one

Holding defiance past wavering innards

Innocence hasn’t the need to run

I tried to keep my head afloat

Resist the pull of her screaming reality

But she yanks my legs until I bleed

She wraps my arms with the weight of chains

No gasping breath or yearning plea

I utter can be heard

Instead she steals the painful pleasure

Of plucking slow my once feathered wings

This bitter assault dragged me through the clouds

Punishment towards my trying escape

Her spite for my wings, my vanish from her storm

It drives her desperate cruelty

Desire for such easy addiction in my wake

Petty blows to stroke her ego

Grasping “proof” of her control

Smugness grips her solemn jail

Carefully feeds her casted craving

Judgement falling to the wronged

But I defy her claim of victors

Her triumph means abandon of my dreams to soar

Grounded by my jailer who cannot pass the clouds

I desire witness to the clear above the storm

The free resist for Death to deny

Yearn for the strength, I wish a fate

I dare to refuse, endeavor defy

Stand to run, soothe the wounds

Before forthcoming, stolen flight

Her spoil of war elude her still

My vision and wings are not her right