Rage and Feathers

June 3, 2011
You are a beautiful bird
So rare
Free and Happy
You fly so high
Why would you every notice me
Days go by
Weeks fly
Years die away
I watch you every day
My love for you
Turns to rage and hate
My worship returned with contempt
So I raise my gun
I can only hope
Your feathers will rain down
And pierce my deep black heart
Making it beautiful again.

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