A BIRD

A Bird

The  sky, blue and vast.
I look up, wistful and vain.
Fly, fly I must…
Up, Up into lusty heaven.
Try I hard, pain unspoken
Up stand the bars…
The room, dark, self forgotten.
The moon the dream and the stars…
Curse  I  myself, a soul battered.
Hate I myself, wings so  tattered.
Laugh I myself, a distant past.
The sky, blue but  no more vast.

Reviews

[Aphy!]

very beautiful! really enjoyed reading this lovely piece of work