flightless crow
circling the sky
spread my wings to fly
is it wrong to stay instead?
caged inside my mind
questioning everything around me
am i a bird or am i a bee?
floating, not quite like a butterfly
murder of crows, possibly
i watch from the forest floor
as they’ve clipped my wings
feathers falling, my pride and more
was i ever meant to be free?
are we supposed to live in agony?
is life all catch, with no release?
will my soul rest?
will i ever find peace?
will flowers bloom from my rotted remains?
or will i learn to fall more gracefully?
the vultures begin to circle me again
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here they are, death becoming!
somehow i get their talons out my flesh
gather the strength to take off running
do i like who im becoming?
no wings for flight,
perilous anxiety through the night
sprinting through the darkness searching for light
is there ever an end in sight?
oh flightless bird, you scavenge the ground
does a tortured soul make a sound
when screaming into the abyss
and no one around?
breathless from the restless nature
i was the prey, and life the predator
looking up to the heavens praying for answers,
does it ever get better?
is survival the consequence of nature?
asking where it all went wrong
you naive little bird, didn’t you know?
six feet deep and in the ground
is right where you belong
