The Man Who Wanted Wings

There was a boy who had a dream
He wished that he could fly
Yet he would never succeed
No matter how hard he would try

He tried the old paper wings
And car board ones too
He was getting downhearted
Maybe it was impossible to do

He grew up and went through life
Still with this dream in his head
And when he was twenty-one
He was depressed and mentally dead

He had no friends of family
They all died in a plane
He just wanted to kill himself
And finally end his pain

One night as he was sleeping
He heard a piercing shreik
it stirred him from slumber
And he opened his eyes all weak

He heard screams from outside
And jumped up onto his feet
He looked outside his bedroom window
Onto the poorly lit street

His eyes met a horrific sight
A woman lay slumped on the ground
He rushed out with not alot on
Only armed with a torch he found

He leaned over the body
And checked for a sign life
When he heard a sudden shout
And was gashed in back with a knife

He let out a sharp breathe
And fell back wards hitting the floor
His final words were simple
"What did you do that for?"

The man awoke the next day
Thinking it was some dream
When he found himself in a room of white
And stretched out his new grown wings

He looked around and said
"What the hell is going on?!!"
When he heard a familiar voice
"Welcome to heaven son"

- Winner of CAP Featured Poem Award, October 2006, thanks for reading.