Wind
Sitting in my car
Christmas Eve loving from afar
The peoples hatred infect my veins
Call by fall life brings the pain
The bird isn't happy without it's other
Alone in the night - it plucks it's feathers
The blood flows through the tainted greyness
It's so Fu*king sad how circumstance makes us
Believe in a world where all is one and one is all...
You used my feathers to break your fall
Yet still I pull
Heart on the floor
Beating still but made a fool
No Blood flows from my gaping wound
Just a hole that still hurts
when the wind blows through
So with these feathers dotted along this empty cage
This year left me nothing but the end of another day
Addam Hughes
Christmas Eve 2010
Copyright © Addam Hughes | Year Posted 2012
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