Life is for the birds
I feel like I'm slowly being torn apart
Like a flock of vultures are fighting over my flesh
Honestly i don't even know where to start
I just feel like i need something fresh
I can't live my own life without these birds
Everywhere i go i see there feathers
They make me angry beyond words
They pluck at my body through any weather
I want to be free to live my own life
With out all these crows everywhere
I want to scream at them with a butcher knife
And tell them to stop making the game unfair
The birds follow my every move
They stock my every decision
Like a key fitting into a groove
You have to turn the tumbler with precision
There little beady eyes watch me
So cold and dead inside
I beat my wings trying to get free
I duck and dodge and try to hide
But the birds bring me one thing
Complete darkness
A.D. Small
August 17, 2021
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Was you in that film: 'The Birds'?!
Maybe who knows lol its very possible. But if i was in that movie that would be super wild for sure lol.
fantastic imagery
and I really like the way you unfurled
your own metaphor, making your poem
that much more: accessible..
thanks for sharing
such a Great read, dear poet
Thank you so much i greatly appreciate your comment. You make the best remarks ever. Also thank you so much for becoming my friend as well and supporting my work. I have also read some of your work as well and it is truely fantastic stuff buddy
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