Broken Wings

Wings of wax will melt and fall apart  
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?  
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride  
My escape to freedom denied  
   
I can never spread my wings and fly  
I will never know the feeling of the sky  
For these broken wings keep me grounded  
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded  
   
They used to be so beautiful and proud  
But now they hang around me like a black shroud  
Reminding me of my once known glory  
And how this is just another sad story  
   
These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me  
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free  
And my soul, now a deep black abyss  
Begs silently for deaths blissful kiss