Wings Poem by Luke Byrne

Covered, you sit
Hiding in a pit, created by
Your ignorance-
Fashioned by
Your pain.

Oblivious, you stand
Masked from the betrayers.
Unplanned security
Defends your peace.
Shields

The prize.
Do you know of me?
I, alluded to- never seen.
Gracefully inhabiting
The skies. Wings know, that

Bliss is found
Only in the depths of despair.
Known, yet hidden
In a pit, created by
Your agony.

Fashioned by
The skies. An illusion
is what I am.
I, I, I. Iapetus below.
Eternity – aloof

And above.