Wrath Of An Angel Poem by jamal wooden

Mountainous slopes, like stairways to the summit,
But without a race, no rush, no hurry.
Confusions between nature and oneself, beyond understanding,
Mountains that draw themselves with the help of the wind.

The force and gravity of nature, unmatched, unyielding,
I stretch my gaze to the peak of my own mind,
And behold a mountain that I can't help but destroy,
With the radiance of my own eyes.

My wings unfold, as long as they are,
And the light of the sun disappears,
An angel sent to destroy, not to build,
Leaves behind the shadows of my dark thoughts.

I wipe away the dust of nature from my face,
With a deceitful smile, and a sense of despair,
I am convinced of my insignificance and limited taste,
And the gray clouds above mirror my gloomy face.

The source of my strength is drained, and I feel weak,
The pain in my head is like a burning candle in my mind,
I sit on my knees, embracing my own despair,
And wait for the end, as the clouds disappear.

The day after day, I repeat this same act,
I want to purify myself from my sins,
I was created from divine revelation,
To serve those who pray and believe, and I am more present than you.

Because of you, my day is repeated,
And perhaps it will end without clouds,
Perhaps I will complete what I was sent for,
And perhaps I will purify myself truly.