Don’t remember when I tripped

don’t remember when I fell

into the arms of the devil

into the fires of hell.

Thought I’d mended my wings

spread them wide to fly

headed for the heavens

the bright blue cloud filled skies.

The fires burn around me

my scars are raw and red

pain sears through my soul

I’m alive and yet I’m dead.

The flames tear at my flesh

when you look at me what do you see?

Do you see tomorrow’s guilt?

Is there anything left that used to be?

My wings are burnt to a crisp

from my body they do fall

my being melts in the heat

until I’m not there at all.

My mouth opens wide to scream

the pain rips like hot knives

I pray this is not real

the agony my senses deprive.

My footing never was secure or firm

my hold on sanity not strong

now I’m fodder for the worms

is this the place where I belong?

I met the devil at the end of the line

his tongue was silver and gold

his words like fine Irish lace

were a beauty to behold.

Restitution for my life I must pay

forever to burn in the flame

crying out in desperation

to hear someone call my name.



  • sokibgb

    Baj-a your poems are always full of beauty, but today's poem is one of the most beautifully written , realistic and heart breaking. It is so true
    we all have to pay restitution but I hope most peoples wings are only a little burnt and with a loving father's hand and some loving salve they can once again heal enough to fly home. soki

  • diamonddagger

    This is one of those "WOW" poem where I just don't have the right words to say! Fantastic imagery, a work of art!

  • Cheeky Missy

    Rather intensely thought-provoking with excellent imagery, this heart-breaking plea reaches as it were for the soul, asking questions from the abyss that I find seems many these days allude to struggling in, sans relief. Poignant and haunting, it begs an answer, which I only know in the LORD Jesus Christ. Thanks for sharing, richly laden, 'tis deep, to say the least.


  • nair36

    I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing your' work. I especially enjoyed this line, "his words like fine Irish lance". Something about that makes me go numb inside.

  • Spirit_Of_Freedom

    The actions in the present is what matters. Replace your fears with love. Continue cultivating your faith and the Universal Father will show you what true mercy is, something humans are yet to discover and act upon, when needed. I like the humanism of this poem ba-ja 🙂

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