I remember when my bluebirds used to sing
Singing and swooping over my green glades and mountain peaks.
I can still remember when they stopped
Slowly at first
And then they were gone.
I searched and searched for them
But came back with empty, grey arms.
Years have passed and I've stopped looking for them
But I have not shed a single tear
For the bluebirds that used to sing,
Remember.
I remember when the trees danced to my song
The song the bluebirds used to sing.
Their leaves fluttering in the wind,
Always seemed to put a smile on my face.
I still remember their horrid screams
The howling that furled the wind and dimmed the sun
The ones that echoed across the barren land and rippled the stormy sea.
I tried to shut out their wailing
But even my dreams cannot chase away the shadow that haunts them,
Evermore.
I remember where the children used to play.
Building palaces out of glistening sand
Giggling as salty waves sprayed their faces.
But then I hear the storm clouds rumbling
I tried to barricade the walls
Tried to keep them safe in my arms,
But I have lost all everything.
I have lost all
Control.
Only darkness exists now
And I'm all alone
Just me and my memories.
The sweet chirping of the bluebirds
The joyful swaying of the trees
The crashing of the waves.
I start to sing,
But stop, realizing no one will hear me,
Anyway.
I close my eyes, accepting my fate.
I tried to warn them
But they flicked me away as a minor thought.
The ones who drowned slowly
Realizing everything around them were burning embers.
Maybe next time I'll find someone who
Remembers
The sweet calling of the bluebirds.
And remembers to get out of the mine
Before the canary stops
Crying.
Yeah not going to lie that was pretty angsty.
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