There are some sufferings
When you witness
You feel like laying down your pen
Throw out as garbage all ***** of paper
Where you penned sufferings
That comes nowhere near
What you witness
The real sufferings
When you wish
You had the might
To open the doors
Set free the caged birds
See them soar in the blue
Then come back once
Write your last poem
Saying you achieved it
The incredible feat
Of doing a little something
Tangibly good
And way better
Than what floods your paper
And there wasn’t anything
Greater to get
From poem
From life
Not anything more
For you delivered
The ultimate poetry
When you bought two birds
Caged cramped suffering
Opened the door
See them soar free
Gave this world

**Your finest poetry!