Oblivion
I am a bird
I may not seem like much, but I matter
...
I am a bird and I am sitting on a nest
Looking down, even though you told me not to
And I’m waiting for you to push me
To tell me to get a grip and take a leap
I lean forward and suddenly I’m falling
Deeper into my own consciousness
And then, when I can feel the leaves graze my feathers
It happens… and I jerk awake
...
I was dreaming of you again
Only this time, I was the one dying
I close my eyes to catch the dream before it escapes
Only to be disappointed, just like any other night
1 A.M.
...
I stumble, half drunk by the lingering toxins of my dream
And I stare around the universe of boxes that consume your room
I pick up the one I know holds the memories
As I open the top, the memories flood me
And I am no longer this person who dwells on the past
Or worries about the future
...
I am a little girl
And you’re here
I can see your cheeks glow red as you push me down
Blue eyes twinkling as you watch me fall
Deeper and deeper into the cold, distant white
I can see the trees that surround you in dancing diamonds
They make the sapphires shine against the gleaming crystals
Of your smile
...
I am blind because all I can see are the memories
All I can see are the blinding lights coming to tell me
But most of all… I am alone
2 A.M.
...
I haven’t seen you in weeks and I lay by your side
I look into your eyes and it’s not the same
That smile has left and the glimmer is not in your eyes
Because you’re dead
I reached for your hand but you reached for the trigger
I try to tell them to turn around and go back for you
But they don’t listen
And you’re gone…
3 A.M.
...
The lights
I felt that they would come, but I wasn’t ready
The lights come to me
They hand me a leaf with your name upon it
And tell me that you have flown away forever
They talk to me about you
Asking questions
But they don’t know you
4 A.M.
...
I am a bird and I am sitting on a nest
Waiting for you to push me but you’re not there
I look up to the black sky above me
And watch as the constellations dance
I wonder how everyone can go on but me
But I am
I step to the edge and I spread my wings behind me
I can get it together and I can take the leap
I look down unafraid of the fall
And I’m ready
I’m ready because I know…
I know that when I land…
After I have flown..
After I have worked…
And after I have made every masterpiece that my claws can handle…
I know when I land…
You’ll be there… Waiting for me
6:30 A.M.
...
My alarm goes off
I spread my wings
And glide off into the empty oblivion
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