Declining Ascension

Climbing the clouds by stepping on the wind,

Kicking windows while the rush of the flight makes it difficult

To breathe in.

So I turn my back to the ocean blue skyline

Only to see the same picture leaving me

Further and further behind.

I turn again,

It is a glistening blue;

A sparkling surface with a definitive end.

The mirror shatters, then my bones.

Ascension anew, now I begin,

Abandoning the obliterated wreckage

Seen as a sin.

Emptied flesh mixing blood and shards,

The likes of a blooming flower is what I see,

Looking from on high and afar.

Tis a shame no one else can view this painting

Regardless if it is morbid.

I left something beautiful behind,

Even though no one would ever know it.