Do the Bird's Still Sing
Weeks and months,
go by without a word passing my lips,
save for the necessity of the shop.
I walk this earth without a friend,
Self Inflicted of course,
I push then push some more,
then everyone goes.
Solitary confinement, that's what it is
without a cage or parole,
there will be peace one day
and to my shame yes
I do wish my life away.
Copyright © Alistair Twigg | Year Posted 2017
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