Sometimes I wonder
why the bird ***** its wings
fighting a never ending battle against gravity
holding onto the ledge.
Sometimes I question
the decisions of fools
a mistake made without rhyme or reason
a required tool to stand strong.
Sometimes I listen
to the ****** and the cruel
beaten and battered to death by hatred
a submissive fool rising from the ashes.
Sometimes I lose control
when the axe is closing in on my neck
babbling for attention from the worst people
forgotten, left for dead on the battle field.
Sometimes I forget
everything vital in my mind
moaning and groaning of long dead issues
valuing all but myself.
Sometimes I don't understand
why the innocent must die
his past mistakes becoming his life
everyone is innocent inside.
Sometimes I wonder
why the bird ***** it's wings
winning the never ending battle against gravity
becoming everyone's ledge.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC