Torn Wings

[I]

I've had my chances in times before

But prosperous skies have turned black as ink

As i am cooped away by my inglenook

By silenced words that diffidence took

And though I swear I hear her song 

I saw a hundred birds where only one should belong

They sit in my tree thoughtlessly chirping   

A withered den from where they spew    

Whence her song once always sang true

[II]

Faded reminiscences have run through my head

About youthful spirit and brighter days

Long before my heart had bled

And long before it worded its ways 

I know not whether your heart still beats

Or to where you may have flown

As loneliness murkies the weather overhead     

Fated for I am trapped in a time long past 

Where all others ventured out I am standing at last

[III]

Now with every passing year and every sullen day

The good that was within me has withered away

And questions arise that only you could answer  

But perhaps it is mercy I’ve lost my flight

As seclusion has morphed to cerebral deviltry

The culmination of every ghost of  spite 

Take to your wings and escape my perverted enmity   

For my wings have been torn long ago  

My only company is all throe after throe

22/7/2022