Fallen Angel

Coming down slowly,
I touch the ground.
I look around.
What is there to see,
But true reality.

Sluggish thoughts...
I can't let go,
Looking back up,
Wishing for hope.
I touch the sky,
But can't return.

This hard ground,
This my new home.
I see good around me,
But it's too hard to hone.

So far away,
Yet so close in sight.
So many people walk by,
I see their inner light.

Trapped, I touch the sky.
I can't return.
The touch is all I have,
No matter how I yearn.