Little Bird

I think I lost part of me

way back there

please tell me if you see

a lost girl with feather hair

she used to be a bird

then she forgot how to fly

drowned in the questions

and lists of reasons why

I’m missing the part of me

who sang you to sleep

buried in her watery grave

no songs in the deep

oh little bird, little bird

without you I’m lost

I just wanted to be free

and your life was the cost

don’t mourn what’s left

this heart of stone

my little wings are dead

and I’m all alone 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Augustus]

For starters, you are amazingly talented. For a sixteen year old to write a poem that has such poise is incredible. You make the reader sway this way and that to the delicate, soulful, melancholy tune you have played through this poem. The central metaphor of the "little bird" representing innocence and freedom is touching. You sing a song of wistfulness, of bereavement, something that makes me go look inside the deep recesses of my mind for memories of my own little bird that I lost long ago. Very evocative indeed. Keep writing! All the best!

[Larry John]

This poem is absolutely incredible! I agree completely with the featured review - it's very evocative. I think this is my favourite poem on this website, thank you for sharing!

[Rachel Grace]

Thank you so much!!!

[hanir]

Marvelously written!!!
😊😊😊

[Alucard6336]

I suppose someone must be a sparrow before they can be a phoenix. Good poem, flows well, good length, down to earth concept. Kudos to you.