It comes
Gifting paper with
Hopes of escape
The keys to growing flawless
White wings that they flap
Taking flight from their piles
On land
I snatch at these
Newly winged birds
But unlike new infants
Those pale pink weak nestlings
They slip through my grasp
Rendering me useless
In their pursuit of freedom
Desperate I lunge
At the remaining papers
On my burdened desk
But they too, sensing freedom
Open their wings and swoop
Over my head and fly
Like graceful swans in the sky
One by one they leave
Piece by piece
Page by page
Paper by paper
Before my disbelieving eyes
Sprout paper wings and fly
Leaving me lonely
Desperate and hopeless
And that's when I realise
No more papers to do
It's all gone, flew away
On the wind
They're all gone
And I'm finally
Free
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
