im off to see the wizard about a bird.

the birds have stopped flying.

the voices

are

quiet.

 

this is what i’ve asked

                           begged

                           pleaded for.

 

a woman,

who loves me

and trusts….

 

this is what i lived for,

now

I’m thinking bout

the dark days

 

basking in their shine.

 

i can’t s**t,

mentally.

 

i just can’t push

out

anymore.

 

it’s quiet now.

the songs,

are

gone.

 

but i still see them.

more than ever.

 

more birds.

but they’re dead.

broken.

useless.

things.

 

wings pointing to the sky.

to noting.

 

they’re lining the yellow brick road.

Reviews

[Jennifer Marie Theresa ..]

Really great poem. It reminds me of life and love flourishing and soaring (aka the birds) then suddenly as if everything turned around its all gone leaving everything withered and forgotten. Very great imagery used.

[Emily B]

it seems it's always about birds with you
and to be entirely truthful there are days
when I wanna fly
{I am jealous of their wings}
but all I know about birds
tells me
it is better to keep my feet on the ground