Blackbird singing in the dead of night;
no one wants to listen
as she cries.
One day she flies
into the only fowl
who knows just what it's like.
Living in a cage
seems harder when you're free;
impossible to sit all day
and warble comfortably.
And a cracked window would always sting
no matter how much you sing
because the fresh air would brush
against her broken wings.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night;
what if someone heard her
when she lies
alone at night?
It would only hurt them
so she tries to make it quiet.
She can't know why the fowl left,
just up and flew away.
And now she's left
alone and trapped
inside her empty cage.
She blames herself for all the pain;
to just let go
would ease her mind.
But could it ever
heal her heart
and fix her self esteem?
Blackbird singing in the dead of night;
take her heart away
and she could die,
so she'll deny
this feeling in her heart
that something's broken.
No I'm not.
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
