Nothing to say just watch it die you helpless helper

Life isn’t lived if not accompanied By the steady rhythm A stomp of steps quiet or loud Brave or careful the movement Defined as a breath of oxygen Away from safety that chocked The bird that was born to sing Oh how sad it was to watch it Wither away and all your hopes To watch it spread it’s wings Shimmering in the moonlight Now it gives away the cold unblinking Stare just outside the cage Always looking in The view remains the same See through confinement It gave up all its feathers Just to hold on To the cold concrete Of false hopelessness False craving for something different Than unpredictability Silly bird silly me silly hope It all ended before it Was hoped to begin

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