Little Bird
You wish to fly,
But with broken wings
You are grounded
Trapped here
In this repetitive routine
Trial. Failure. Disappointment
Repeat, over and over
I can see the urge to give up
The sadness in your eyes
Why must you live this way?
Why must you suffer?
I can't help you little bird
If you do not wish it
Can't save you
If you don't wanna be
Won't shield you from
The harshness of the world
If you will only fly back to that
Which broke your wings
Like a moth to flame
You are drawn to what hurts you
And i can't pull you back
Little Bird,I can only listen
Only watch from afar
The choice is yours fragile being
To stay this course or change it
To be different or remain the same
Dearest friend choose wisely
For soon your wings will heal
And where will you choose to fly
Back to the devil you know
That scars your soul
Or towards what you truly desire That will mend your broken pieces
Or do you even wish to be fixed?
Have you grown numb to it now?
Used to being down
That you have forgotten
What it felt like to be free
Beautiful creature
Do not fear what is out there
You must take the world
In your grasp
There is more than this life
You live
YOU ARE READING
Puzzle Pieces
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poems designed to say what I was too afraid to. They are the true, unedited musings of a Outcast..Loner..Weirdo..Psycho.. With these pieces finally together maybe people will see me as I truly am
