by Deiondre Alexander

Created on: September 09, 2008

Crippled wings are heavy, folded like wilted flowers on my back,
and the calls, they echo, against the empty freedom without
Denied the sky and since rendered a symbol of beautiful decay
I lie in this cage now, depleted, and do not make a weary sound

No song, nor cry, escapes onto the flying of the wind
My voice could fly, still, but to find the will is a mountain too steep
Only wings could scale that bluff and rise from the ashes to that height
My tears are too cold to fall, and choose to close their eyes in frozen sleep

Haunted in restraint, and kept from the world that I grace
These bars channel my sight and resign me to a witness
Let me be free again, to shape the drifting wind
Let me fly, once again, though haunted now and ever listless

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