Flight without Feathers

Clipped my wings to feel the wind’s warm embrace,
Sick of running the unwinnable cosmic race,
Can’t escape stars’ scorching rays,

images of dying days,
before our souls did fade away,
memories we can’t recall,
everything before the fall,

Held close by tentacles of cotton blight,
Behind monstrous walls we hide the light,
Can’t ever win this futile fight,

pictures of the flames asea,
serine souls dream of being free,
tethered to the nether sun,
fleeing to abyss inhabited by none.