Depression blossoms in the sky.
A dreadful curse without a reason why.
A bloom bursts to wilt until dust,
The sun falls in the darkness of dusk
Lonesome silence is the burgeoning night sky
A lost cause so long prepared
An applause by so many that aren't there,
A thousand harsh whispers surrounds the atmosphere
Like the clapping of children while hitting a pinata.
Children are born like thoughts, molded and as fragile as terracotta.
They too,
Hit you like a pinata in a happily crowded room.
They prepare you to break for them quick.
This type of breaking isn't the kind you wanted, is it?
You wanted to break free,
like a bird from her cage
stretching your wings
as far as you can imagine.
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You'll fly steady
with wings as large as your dreams; but don't forget,
a bird can only be so big, and the children have an easier target.
Just crack already... so they can devour what's left of you like candy.

By: Ashton C. Amstutz