you poor little bird.
do you ever how precious life is?
clinging to what should be?
lifeless a isolated tweet.
haunted your eyes a glazed.
flopping around just to be.
not knowing that heaven and hell wants you.
dying for another breath of life.
another touch of sympathy.
yet it hurts to close your eyes.
out of misery.
out of pain.
you cry a tear.
awkwardly you flop your wings.
blood soaking wet in your black long feathers.
haunted by the color red in a sea of black.
torn between life and death the tear alienated your curved black beak.
the grass stained a blood orange.
broken bruised and battered you edge to death.
wishes of flight of dreams so sweet.
clinging to survival and beyond.
knowing it's not where you belong.
go to where you belong.
and sleep forever.
away from pain.
from the loneliness.
from the cold of the world.
from the love that eluded you.
©darkmocha
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