Songbird

October 9, 2020

There is a songbird inside of me,

He tries and tries to escape my depths,

This songbird only wants to sing,

To sing praises to his creator, he tries,

But I’ve continued to keep him locked up,

To drown him with hard drink and sorrow,

To choke him with cigarette smoke,

Yesterday evening he almost got free,

I wrung his neck and left him to die,

Bleeding out on the city sidewalk.

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