Attempting Freedom
Free to be an owl-
Nightmarish clues at dawn-
The sunrise 'death distorting
A kind and lonely soul.
Free to kill for hunger
In moonlight's smiling poison.
The lasting dream re-occurring
A hummingbird in prison.
Free to be mysterious-
Lethal games with mice.
Repulsing limbs accusing
The need to throw the dice.
The blinds are shut forever,
Maternal instincts cry.
Free to kill the echo...
The bird will ever fly?
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
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