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Fly Home

Crippled by knowing Freed by a barbed wire Gashes in my skin Flight is difficult But I fly. Sinking with the wind Bound for the trees I sing But not a happy tune A cracking sound A gasping breath Quickly I sink I want to go back. But I can’t. Visions appear Did I make a mistake? They let me out After all. Maybe this time I really am hurt Change my course I’ll sing louder this time. But they won’t. Hopping back home I can’t see it. Paused for an eternity. Dirt under my toes. Red water around me It’s broken. I can’t fly home. I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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