Winter Blues
The broken wings of the lonely bird, painfully curled,
fold inside the malleable bruised mind,
can’t fly in the chill of the winter wind,
nestles within me, nobody cares to find.
Heart’s fervent warmth touches no one, freezes unfelt,
feeble voice of despair nobody listens, wanes unheeded.
The bird cries alone within unseen,
can’t stop the flow of the hidden tears.
Colored passion of living paints a picture,
impresses no one, finds no receptive frame,
fades out unnoticed, disappears unwanted
in the gloomy darkness of the winter nights,
when dormant emotions flicker like frail candle flame,
lighting no mind, the winds of neglect blow it out.
The hurt bird suffers muted in cold distress,
throbbing pain of heart remains unexpressed.
The desire to span the sky sinks dead in the sad eyes,
the feelings fail to touch the remote hearts drifting away.
After I cross edge of time what would you remember of me,
a captive bird with broken wings, it couldn’t fly the dreams.
Written : January 3, 2018
May 13, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice A, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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