Finally I know how the bird feels,
trapped.
but I am stuck by my own wings,
not an iron cage,
a bright blue sky, so delectable,
and yet so far away,
flapping my feathers,
inspired by a gust of wind,
lifting my feet off the earth,
the sweet taste of hope
wasted, falling fast the tang
of dirt filling my mouth,
defeat is hard
the rock in the wolf’s
gut, ever sinking him
deeper and deeper into
a vast eternity of dark
endless sea, stinging the wounds
festering on the surface of skin.
trapped.
but I am stuck by my own wings,
not an iron cage,
a bright blue sky, so delectable,
and yet so far away,
flapping my feathers,
inspired by a gust of wind,
lifting my feet off the earth,
the sweet taste of hope
wasted, falling fast the tang
of dirt filling my mouth,
defeat is hard
the rock in the wolf’s
gut, ever sinking him
deeper and deeper into
a vast eternity of dark
endless sea, stinging the wounds
festering on the surface of skin.
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