Sorrow's Dawn

I wonder how on earth this came to mind.........

Please tell me sweet and gentle bird:

Why must your wings graze angrily across the darkened sky?

Why must your cries sear through my ears

When your words are muffled by your speed?

 

Are you alone up there?

Are you crying to yourself in the midnight sky?

Hoping that someone will hear your death?

 

Or are you just afraid?

Are you afraid that the sky will tear open?

That black tendrils will grab you

And pull you into the dark abyss of space?

 

I can't imagine you are afraid

And I can't fathom the idea that you are alone

The world is yours

The planet is your playing field

Yet you can't stand the responsibility of freedom

 

I can't understand why

 

My legs are stuck to the earth

My arms are forced to be stretched out wide

No breaks, no life, no joy,

And you're the one to feel sorrow?

 

If I could laugh, I would

Life has its ups and downs

And life will throw s**t at you until you cry yourself to sleep

Begging for the nightmares to stop as they rip you to pieces

 

But that isn't you, is it?

You're an eagle with wings of glory

You're a falcon with the speed of light

You're everything people would die for

 

So I must ask you:

Why do you feel sorrow?

You're not the one trapped to the ground by chains and roots

 

Please stop crying for yourself

I am the one who needs the tears

Give me at least one last tear so I can express my sorrow to you

 

Oh sweet and gentle bird

Flying through the sky towards the rising sun

Please give me tears I can actually feel

 

Author's Note

How was it?

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a very impressive poem for such a young writer, you have a lot of talent, I especially like the verse ... My legs... - big impressive images, original and well written.

[Brittany]

I think this is an interesting perspective. One I've never thought about. I think you have some lovely words and phrasing here. Good job.

[FJ Davis]

Well-conceived and very well-written.
A worthwhile offering--for a poet of any age.
Impressive, Wolf!

[Cathy Wattam]

This is a great imaginative poem. I can feel the anger and emotion you have put into those words. I really liked it. A very mature poem. Good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

I know birds do get pissed off and will defend themselves. I believe birds are sad when the great forest is torn down. Large cities overtake free land. I like the flow of thoughts in this poem. The birds of freedom will lose their freedom when man destroy the green earth. A nice vision was create by the outstanding poem.
Coyote