To fall six feet

To fall 6 feet

My echoes strike the thunder,
Shooting holes of gold into the sky, I wonder,
Why I can’t sleep.
I lay between a thousand rounds,
Struck awake as they all tumble back down.

Falling past my clouds of retreat,
I bid my wings a sad farewell,
I hit the ground, and still drop six feet,
Beneath the world I hate, to yield to hell.

Around me there is no glow,
I lost my light when I lied and destroyed my halo,
The once white dress…
I used to bear, is torn and filthy,
I rest, still, in the flames that advance around me.