I am a flightless bird.
I am desperate to fly
but the wings I spread don't lift me high enough
and I can't gain wind.
The air is too still.
I try to free myself
from this cage I have built around myself.
My pain is my own fault
but I cannot be saved,
because I am a flightless bird
and you can't teach a chicken to fly.
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poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
