Birds
Sometimes you may look and see birds
pecking away at thoughts
you thought so done,
But they see things within what you
look at.
They carry each other beyond the moment of
controlled lustfulness
They feed endlessly when all
inside us dies
They inject a futile wish to endure,
even when truth hits
And then they wilt
As those cryptic souls we craft,
decide their destiny…
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2014
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