Fallen Angel

By: Ling

my very own bildungsroman is a tragedy.
maturing, ever revising schema brought me here,
i've been following you, my God to Nowhere.
the little glimpses that seemed to make sense..
came together in this unsensible, unjustifiable mess

becoming of age -
my fall from grace,
The Great Schism from 'Whole'
I am your so called fallen angel.

stripped of my wings,
eyes opened so i can see clearly -
as i walk down this Human Life Boulevard.
No, I don't want to learn your ways.

stuck in this sick cycle,
of mornings afterlife and dead nights.
to live just to die everyday,
Is this my Mortal Life?

I am Prometheus of heart,
I am Tantalus for happiness,
the more i see the less i desire to feel -
No, I don't want to learn your ways.

Dear Father,
I am the malcontent in This Dystopia.
I am the outcast in God's Utopia.