Flightless
Upon the branch of wasted nothing
Where hampered flight upon crushed wing
Seldom do days come shorter
When seldom is there reason to sing
But to push out from unhappy nest
Without course to fly
Better to fall and lay at rest
Then yearn for unreciprocating sky
Copyright © Chris Alex | Year Posted 2018
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