quiet hammer

i used to be like you
solid in my mass
light on my feet
i tumble quickly
towards ensuing trouble
i got out of hand
on more then one occasion
i carried the weight
of demise and destruction
on my back on a daily basis
but i gave it all up
so i could fly above
be closer to the sun
and farther from you
so i don’t bother now
to look down or even back
what’s past and below
will stay that way
until i fall back down
when my blood hardens
and my wings shed
slowly back to you


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