The Prometheus Man

[vagabond]

Once,
angels left heaven for a day  
and blazed through the skies
like golden meteors 
leaving contrails of stardust 
in the heavens


Oh, how I spite those glittering roads
for tugging on my chains
and how I turn green
at the sight of seagulls

maybe you could extend the thoughts you had when you wrote this poem a little more.
- I am just guessing:  the first stanza seems to convey the idea of freedom.  but I don´t know why the angels would only once leave their stardust in the sky.   contrails fade in time, ideas don´t (at least not as surely).
- I don´t see how glittering roads can tug on chains. however they could make the subject frustratedly rattle his chains.
- where did the chains come from anyway? self-inflicted/ imposed, imagined/ real…
- the seagulls don´t seem to carry the same meaning as these angels, so maybe some hint can be included
- i think the last two lines are the most interesting in your poem.