An Angel's Anguish
I am an angel. But my dark, black wings outgrow those white, gilded feathers. They keep on flipping, they want to soar high and bring me to the heights of demonic elation. Sometimes I give in I fly with them. but Most of the time not. Because the fear within me keeps on echoing- What if I'm at that height of bliss then in a single snap of Great Fingers I will fall down... Deep to the abyss of depravity? My halo shines bright. It gives light to people around me. It is awesomely fascinating. But others say, My mentality engulfs it. My arrogance outshines it. It is now fanciful and flickering. It emits dark rays. Fading. My golden heart always throbs to do good. It keeps on pushing me to surpass evil. Yes. I do good. But sometimes good intentions aren't always enough for blinded eyes and closed minds of conceited people. This golden heart is now an alloy of love and hate of bitterness and gui...