Cast your eyes out within -
Small birds struggle to fly,
Clouds stick between feathers
and dampen at the thought of rain.
I have not become wise to aid flight
I was born unto myself - to learn,
to thrive, to breathe, to live.
Unfortunately I am a mere strand of feather
suffocated by that damp ever present cloud;
Heavy and waiting to fall.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
Cast your eyes out within -
Small birds struggle to fly,
Clouds stick between feathers
and dampen at the thought of rain.
I have not become wise to aid flight
I was born unto myself - to learn,
to thrive, to breathe, to live.
Unfortunately I am a mere strand of feather
suffocated by that damp ever present cloud;
Heavy and waiting to fall.
