Captive Angel

Captive Angel

My true country is the sky
The setting Sol my flag
Neighbors birds and clouds

I hitchhike lightning to descend to land
The people there detest my hand
I despise my work

Never wished to be an angel
Especially the last one they see
They work so hard to see more of me

I reached the wrong place at the right time
Great powers pulled me from the bliss of forgetting
Prevented my full death
Made dying my work

I want to go to the stars
Yet they are so far
Still I think my hated task
May soon end
All of it end;
Perhaps before me