Poisoned Wings Poem by Dawn Smith

What if angels have poisoned tipped wings
What if God is really just a story book king
What if life is only a twisted game
Pieces frantically searching for a safer place
Chips of our wood being broke off along the way
Just pieces of our minds being replaced
With all the rules they made
No longer knowing their were choices
That could have been made
No longer keeping separate love and hate
Believing one cannot exist without the other
In this world of conquered fate
Making what once was pure
Bittersweet and fake
Its been decided pain is love
Now too many love too much
Trained and conditioned to be us
Hateful, violent and selfish in our ways
Poisoned by the very wings that we're meant
To comfort and keep us safe.