Survived, 4am; too tired to see the world for what it was.
Slipping into the cracks and shadows that fill my eyes.
Too numb to notice that I couldn’t notice you.
Standing with arms outstretched like wings.
The bird that always had strength to fly.
That slipped into the open wounds and found our hearts.
It patches us up now, flitting inside our skin.
Pulling feathers over broken bones.
It does not notice the cartilage cage it builds up around itself.
A prison to its good intentions.
It too now needs help, to lift up and soar again.
Love, please come rescue us.
Make us fit to fly and leave this place.
With only fallen feathers to show we were here at all.
Beautiful and poetic imagery,
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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I really like this ones – the allusions and the sentiment.
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Thank you, for me the title says it all.
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This song — is kinda along the same lines as the sentiment of your poem .. a bit.
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Ah, i love heather nova!
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Me too — so many singers are just actually poets that set their poems to songs — she comes up with some fantastic lines.
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