JEREMIAD: "WINGS" BY MYLISTIC

I keep waiting,

Waiting for my wings to grow,

But the wait is in vain,

Since my skin is too thick,

Thick to allow penetration or generation of the wings.

I'm dying to take my first flight,

Yet I still I've no wings,

Making me wish I was a plane,

But where would the cork pit be,

Since I've no room left in me!

If I'm to fly,

Why are my wings heavy,

Heavy for me to flap,

Oh! I know..,

Elephant sized they're,

Damn! I'm grounded.

If I'm a float in the air,

Why are the wings weak,

Waxed they feel like,

Melting under the sun,

Save me oh Lord!

© MYLISTIC MASTER PEN ✍🏽

- Kenya

The poet persona laments over the inability to carry his dreams and efforts into reality and uses Wings as a symbolic title. Therefore, the voice cries to the Lord.