Shame

I began to feel ashamed of myself.
God gave me these wings
and all I can do is sit.
I have very few friends
they cannot rely on me.
I sin in the corner of these slums
when mighty wails swirl around me.
The ground cracks beneath our feet
and buildings crumble to the ground.

I began to feel ashamed of myself.
As I took flight and started soaring,
over the sea of shouting.
It is all moans and shouts and lonely cries,
screaming ,"Why don't you come?!"
"Why are you leaving us?!"

I began to feel ashamed of myself.
Never being there for my people.
Despite my gift.
Despite my power.

Reviews

[Roger Ferguson II]

this is a very interesting piece.
i like the format. this is a good poem. thank you very much for entering it into my contest.

[truth]

I really like this - it is a mix of emotion, knowledge and skill. Keep writing you are really good cheers