I lay down in bed with both eyes wide open,
I hear my heart still beating despite it being broken.
My soul can never be free as a bird
for my wings can no longer flap in this cruel world.
A huge chain holding on to each feathers,
hence no one received the cries of those letters.
The rusted cage surrounded by darkness
lived a bird misunderstood despite it being harmless.
I hear its beak as it clangs the bars,
trying to break free as if it's suffocated in a jar.
Oh why is it that you weep so much feathered one?
only because you can't fly doesn't mean that your journey is done.
In my slumber showed a dream where I flew but suddenly fell from above,
what surprisingly catched me somewhat looked like a dove.
I realized that some things have to be taken away or to cease,
for our ending to be filled with love and peace.
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A Lonely Poet's Mind
Poetry"Sometimes I wonder, am I actually pretty like they say? Or are they only saying that to make me feel better because they know I see myself in a different way? Am I the main lead in the story, but everyone prefers the second lead? But this isn't a b...
