Clipped Wings - Opinions Appreciated

Hello,

As the title says but really I wanted to share a poem that I have written. I originally titled it 'Twenty-Six' but then I thought that title might not really be expressive of the poem.

Mm so here it is:

Clipped Wings

In this world of vertical heights, I remain still
Horizontally detached by my own crumbling will
My wings once bright like a rising sun
Plummeted down into a war long won

Through thick and thin, firm and white
I soar above the evening sky
To a land once known to those I loved
With a courage born from a solitary light

Under a company of stars by a silver lake
A memory of youthful wiles deafens the earth
For a child born on a winter’s night
Sees not the truth but the past’s mistake

And so they clip my wings with their tainted hand
In a world where all must be same
I bow my head to the deceitful keeper of time
To the witness in the heavens’ forsaken land

But when the judges seek what is concealed
A desire for perfection overcomes grief
For a mystical performance of blood and tears
Inspired by their sweetened greed

Upon my descent the wind blows a feather
On the throne of the one I called my lover
Into the palm of his hands he holds my memory
His one glimpse into my misery


Thanks!
M