Feathers

March 25, 2009
By , Kamuela, HI
There goes my hopes,
Like soaring eagles painted against a bright blue sky
Twisting and turning in the delicate wind
Living and breathing...
But I, I picked up my gun
And with the quick flick of a trigger
I shot down everyone I loved.
Everything I needed bled out of their hopeless bodies
That lay by my feet now.
And as much as I try,
To piece together the mangled remains
The flesh rots at my toes
With the beautiful plucked feathers that once soared...
And I, I destroyed it all.
With my own two hands,
I shot down the birds that don't fly anymore
That lay dead on the ground.





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