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Flightless Bird
Bittersweet reflections of self
In seclusion of turmoil and despair,
Burrow through the candy coating
Decay in my center-
A double-edged sword
Pierces fiercely,
Through what could have been
But never will be-
I’m rotten
Half eaten and still alive,
Broken wings still try to fly
Beyond that,
Which never was,
Tireless, they flap and soar
Weighted with doubt,
Saddled with regret…
Never reaching high enough
In this cage
From these bars escapes my cry
Distant and alone,
Longing to be answered by you-
Come peel away the decay
Unclip my wings,
Devour my sweetness-
In flight to the clouds
Boundless,
Not here, rotting
Not trapped in this cage
Just free, you and me
And eternity
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"when one person suffers from a delusion it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion."
Last edited by Venomous Vixen; 13-10-2007 at 11:17 AM.
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