Contorted within isolation I linger
In a pose of fallen reflections.
Each thrown from the nest to fly,
                      but fall like tombstones.

Barren of keys to unlock the gate
to let my musing fly free, instead
the feathers are silent and the
                     carcasses linger beneath me.

I was once free to soar far beyond my
reach, but now I'm a voiceless bird
caged within my self.
                                 All I want to be is free.