I'm scattered, tattered, battered
A hawk hit by a Honda
My feathers decorate the pavement
My blood is splattered, painting everything red
My heart is a water balloon, burst
Into a rubber rag.
My wings are torn up, crushed
My cries are hushed.
The clouds are white
All compacted like a cement wall
It's gonna fall on me pretty soon
Make me one with the road again
Pressed between two pages of a book
Like a listless leaf
But I don't see any grief.
The cars leave their tire tracks
On my downy chest
Stripe me black and gray
The people pass by
Give looks of disgust to me
A crushed caw gushing in the street
Nothing more,
Not in their eyes.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
