Flight of sorrow

I am the broken bird
gripping falling limbs
nape blackened
perpetual bruising
oh fly from these narrow trees
how long i waited for the sparrow
to join me
but only he
screams from the forest unseen
wavering help for my eyes
their joy derived by his being
he sings
though will not come near me
wings weep and hide my face
underneath the willow tree


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