BIRds

the warfare of patience

They part to separate ways now,

That bird never came down,

She flew over the sky into the clouds,

Far from the reach, another sat back waiting for now,

Each day same was the struggle,

The warfare inside and the head on trouble,

I wonder, whether the patience is naïve,

Or the pain trying to slaughter,

This bird never got tired, hoping her to touch the ground,

With eyes looking at the sky,

So many questions where and why?

Eyes and eyes trying to deny,

Heart and heart trying to fight,

But still the brain wonders why?

The hands that never touched,

The lips that never met,

I wonder why these feelings inside,

With never ending pain that I hide,

I wonder how it feels,

With the feeling I never felt.

 

 

 

Reviews

[CJScrawls]

Nice work man. This was a good read as always. Nicely done.