Silent Struggle

As the dawn fell upon the land

A sight I could ne'er phantom

People with spirits, lacking a soul

Whose silent footsteps left a mark of pain on my soul

They walked past me never stopping to ask for help

Heads held down as in a prayer

But this was not so

There I stood contemplating what the problem was

I heard it coming from not too far away

Laughter!

I swear I heard it

I traced the sound with my ears, my feet following suit

Racing breaking my own speed limit

What I saw before me barely separated, but that was all it took

They were far away enough to see what they had caused

But not near enough to partake in it

I saw the people being thrown off the edge, swimming to shore

Bearing the same expression on their faces

Invoking joy in those who had pushed them off

I do not know where I got the strength

But I flew, Yes I did!

Bridging the cap, I was almost there, I swear I was

I felt my wings being clipped

My efforts to help stamped on and extinguished like a match stick

Before I was cast back whence I came from

I bore the mark of shame, of failure

I looked at my destroyed wings

Would I ever get the strength to grow them back out again?