Goodbye Eagle
His breathing was labored.
And his body was asleep.
But his mind was awake,
And he was trapped in his body.
The car purred under my feet.
She asked me if I knew about eagles,
And I said yes.
She told me there was two things an Eagle could do,
When it was in pain,
Break off its beak and rip its wings,
And hope to live,
Or die.
My breath is blurring the window.
My heart aches.
She tells me we need to let him fly.
His life was in a constant free fall.
From the moment he was born,
He was doomed to be the man,
Raised without a father,
Who would make his children wish,
They didn't have a father as well.
He was never flying.
And we had to let him crash.
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