Bent by back

 

Held on arch and bent by the back

I saw blood when they broke my wings

I’m hypnotized, a basket of poisoned fruits

I carry as though my food

I want to put it down

Tho malicious in me want a bit

I’m sick and I’m infected

I’ve lost all my perspective

No color just pitch black

No, I can’t live like that

To the self grown harvest of un-happy selves

I yell and yell and yell

I am for me, you to you

Locking yourself up in the room

You pray for peace

While I scrape Universe off of its feet

I know so much and nothing at all

I crave blood, I crave forever’s sleep

I want forever breathes and eternity to sweep

Feathers

I have a want of brushing,

through the wind

Rubbing against it, disturbing its course

I have a want of feathers,

In the skies far off reach

Of the harmony with other selves

I have want of a challenge,

That of an eagle

I’m 40 of age and must break,

My pride, my sustenance, my very survival

I want all of that