While walking I saw the dirty and decomposing remains of a bird, and surprisingly it made me think of a poem :P
So inspired by a dead bird, but not exactly about one.
Bedraggled angel fallen to earth,
fated to live this mortal curse.
Now feeling pain and hurt,
lost and covered in this dirt.
Why choose this life?
Why live to die?
We do not shed our tears just to proove we cry.
There is loss deep within our eyes, something missing, a thought lost but known, like a memory that has flown.
Give me wings and i'll fly, save me from time and I won't cry...but take from me the spark, the edge, the dark.
And perhaps i'd choose like you to break the spell and live a short time in pure, in hell.
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