I feel your stones sink in me
they rest like broken bones trying to find there homes
nesting in a soul that’s plucked out like a bird,
shot down from the sky and is all you do ask “why?”
Your truth falls away, a glimmer of false hope that sits in the distance
and then it’s gone but all you left was resistance and you still take a stance.
No one can hear you but those that are dear to you and even they turn away their ear.
We are homeless here. We are hopeless here.
You still chase after it even when it’s gone and so on and on and on it goes
the bird shot down hobbles onto it’s toes and still tries to take flight
but not even with the will of its might
can it fly off and disappear into the cold night of our forgetfulness.