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.