PoeticBiscuit

Wasted Potential

I feel like a bird with a broken wing,

Or a siren that never sings,

A cellphone that never rings,

A doorbell which never dings.

 

I feel like a pilot with vertigo,

Christmas without the snow,

A horn that never blows,

A performer that never shows.

 

I feel like a mirror with no reflection,

Navigator with no direction,

A romantic with no affection

A collector with no collection

 

I feel like a wasted potential.