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My life is liken to a bird who cannot fly —
An intrinsic malfunction; I haven't a clue why?
My instincts escaped, expired,
before they ever came to be —
Some undeniable twist of fate,
that seems only known to me
We were all meant to take flight,
and fly far, far away —
Not continually hitch a ride
like a shiftless stowaway
Yet I possessed some innate fuse
that never seemed to fire in me —
Disappointing and frustrating,
like the duds during a fireworks finale
I could spend my lifetime,
in resentment and blame —
Or bury my head...
deep in this weary shame
But my composure has departed,
along with all of my characteristics —
Lost forever amongst the crossroads,
of my human logistics
My feathers are gone now,
and my wings have been clipped —
From myself...
my soul brutally stripped
Strange and foreign,
like a mirage on the hottest day —
Like the fallacy of leafless trees,
promising shelter and shade
My responsibilities are all
that keeps me toiling here...
For naked as I,
there is nothing left to fear!
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In The Gaslight🔥
PoetryCompleted! ✅ A tantalizing, dark, sinful collection of poetical works, quotes, wisdom, and insanity by J.J. Rothschild. In darkness and light And everything in between... In the gaslight. 🥇1st Place Poetry Winner of The Titan Awards 🥇1st Place Po...
