And oh to the bird
that flaps his wings,
that dare fly high
on broken threads.
He shall display hurt,
injustice, corruption and lose.
His wounds un cred for,
his eyes glasy.
We gaze at him in wonder
for though he suffers,
his pain is more beautiful
then ever his happiness.
And until we understand
finaly his burden
only then we can truly gaze
and admire this creature,
For it is not easy,
continuing like that
with razor sharp memories
ripping in your chest.
The End
Yeah, yeah, I know, it maks no sence but read between the lines, people!!
Little Birdie
I just had a hell of alot on my mind and so I decided to distract myself by writing a poem!! And, as you might know, sometimes my poems reflect what thoughts that are racing around my head. I wrote two today and I'll post the second one in a minute but this is the first and definatly the weirdest.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
