Clipped Wings Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

On the other side of the light they are.
On the other side of that brightness.
Never to become that shooting star.
That travels the universe...
To places where imaginations thirst,
In dreams.
Or decide to become fixed,
Within the magnitude of cosmic greatness.

Too many have chosen their visit on Earth...
Just to sit.
Refusing encouragement that nourishes.
And ignoring their gifts...
They came here blessed with.
To do nothing uplifting but to inflict conflicts!

On the other side of the light they are.
On the other side of that brightness.
Never to become that shooting star.
That travels the universe.
Or decide to become fixed,
Within the magnitude of cosmic greatness.

And it is unfortunate,
They have chosen to sell their souls...
In exchange for their clipped wings!
And it is unfortunate,
They preferred to moan instead of sing.
Becoming transfixed with mindsets,
Hypnotized with temptations that lured them away!
Becoming betrayed enslaved to addictions to things...
That could never bring to them eternal bliss!

And it is unfortunate,
They chose to sell their souls...
In exchange for their clipped wings!
And it is unfortunate,
They preferred to moan instead of sing.
Becoming transfixed with mindsets,
Hypnotized with temptations that lured them away!
Becoming betrayed.
Enslaved to addictions to things...
That could never bring to them eternal bliss!
Or that light within their consciousness,
To exist...
Forever in the heavens as joyful spirits!