withered beauty

sing little bird,
tell me your story
i’ll write it down
before you get buried
the words i write
will forever speak
of your long lost soul
and withered beauty
 
sing little bird,
forget the bars
weep away
the unshed tears
your mind,
they cannot encage
sing little bird
don’t turn your face
 
sing little bird
chirp away your wounds
the sky is your limit
don’t look at the ground
one by one,
open up your wings
those tired, unused
unexercised things

sing little bird,
tell your tale
to the beating hearts
that turned stale
sing little bird
choke away the pain
for you will not
be here again.

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2 thoughts on “withered beauty

  1. At first I thought this was about a friend, then a second look revealed it was you. I love your first person written in third person poetry. Wonderful.

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