A Bird With Broken Wings

I was flying innocent in my open sky A storm from nowhere tore me down No one ever cared for the injured bird Hiding in me clasping the broken mind In the collapsed wings painfully curled Forgot how to fly free in the wild wind. Pleas in shame sent out in meek voice Reached nowhere found no other ear Retracted unheard and hung unwanted. Feeble appeals making no great waves Touched no one and entered no heart Subsided unfelt and faded unresponded. The lone bird cries within without care I can’t shed the flowing hidden tears. I was lashed by the storm of dark desire Mute feelings of young emotion mutilated The unsullied sky was broken by the invader Now forcing me to get lost in the wreckage. What of me in the end you would remember : A bird with broken wings in the ruins of its sky. March 4, 2018.