Undone.

Picture from Psychadelic Adventures

Undone

Do not clip my wings,

for if I try, and flutter

like a light-singed moth,

I die.

Do not steal my spark,

for if I try, and stumble

in a darkened cave, 

I die.

Do not take my song,

for if I try, and have no voice

to raise to Heaven,

I die and I,

I am a tapping on the sill,

a shadow on the wall,

an echo in the mind,

a curiosity, a loss,

a blank-paged book,

unstoried and unsung,

hero-less, unlit, 

fluttered, fallen, blind.

Undone. Undone. 

I die. I am undone.