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Do the Bird's Still Sing

Weeks and months, 
go by without a word passing my lips, 
save for the necessity of the shop. 

I walk this earth without a friend,  
Self Inflicted of course,
I push then push some more, 
then everyone goes.

Solitary confinement, that's what it is
without a cage or parole, 
there will be peace one day 
and to my shame yes 
I do wish my life away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Agustin Avatar
January 2, 2026 at 5:30 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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