Oh the Bright Blue Sky
Oh pain that infiltrates my private space;
hearken towards the pasting,
beating at the bright blue sky.
There's not a comfort in thy kingdom,
no sanctuary in thy womb.
My wings a torn,
collapsed in store;
wherever clouds float by,
I here witnessed bright blue sky.
Oh pain that infiltrates my private space,
and beats it's fist upon my door,
with tears I tell you no;
with saddened eyes,
I pray for sky.
Oh that bright blue sky;
and my chance to fly.
...when will my wings heal?
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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