Home?

Descending into the blackness,
Has become easier than trying to fly
With these broken wings.
The cities of night beckon,
For the sky holds nothing
of remote interest for a lost soul.
Cascading these cruel stairs,
Fills me with more than hope
Its all that is known,
And it provides the tempting comforts of home.

Author notes

This is such an interesting thought. I have always been a spiritual person but I have never taken some time to think about things in this way or in this nature. I felt that it was only fitting to think as how I have once thought again. At how easy giving in can actually be. Hope you enjoy!