Friday, January 6, 2012

The Death of an Idea

Oh sweet birds,
With sheer diligence,
I watched you flutter,
In the cage of my head,
As your feathers grew week,
And will stronger,
As you smashed your head,
With the inside of my temple,
As I shivered in your pain,
While you settled in my agony,
Amidst the chaos of my numb brain,
Inside the darkness called future,
I said to you,
Don’t flutter,
You are just a thought,
But birds have wings,
Little tasty wings,
This won’t let you settle,
And the birds shall be eaten,
All the birds shall be eaten.
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