Sparrows Know

Knowing there is no love here
And being alone
Is a gift
Is a sentence
For the few who've broken
The laws of conventional abomination

Pretenders promise reliance
Delivered with coddled hands
Submerged in waters of ulterior motives
Playing codependent games of leeches
Sucking each others' essence 'till the horizon
Of their lives bleed red with the sparrows'
Swift departure

Only to rise again in the golden East
With alacrity
In need of touch

But some find cold cribs for crying
As mother turns away
And it's a long road to find
The gift