Mourn the Songbird

Remember you?

Remember all those big dreams and empty promises that filled your life with deceptive light and hope?

Remember standing out because you could not because you couldn't?

Remember feeling taller and important

Remember opening yourself up and getting torn apart

Mourn your emptiness. 

Mourn that piece of you that is dead now

Mourn the songbird

I have killed her. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good one...:)

[Elle Thompson]

thanks :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[B-poet]

This poem is riveting beyond a shadow of a doubt. I love how you've emphatically wrote this compelling poem. Great job. An intriguing read. :)

[Elle Thompson]

thank you :)

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Hummm ... this is intriguing. I find myself wondering who the narrator is. The narrator clearly knows the subject deeply, but is not as empathetic as the reader first imagines. Is the poem telling us that we kill our own dreams? I don't think so ... am am left with the nagging question ... who is this?

[Elle Thompson]

yes, for once the narrator is myself and I am addressing myself.
at this age, a lot of people develop a disconnect between how they see themselves and how they want to be seen and how the rest of the world sees them, and more often than not an internal monologue develops to give the sensible self voice to suppress the volatile, childish, emotional self. That's where this poem came from. I hope that made sense.