Songbirds
Songbirds aren’t meant for cages.
When out on a whim is out of the question.
Lungs slowly eroded.
Crush my spirit.
Limitations.
Take this breath.
Watch me gasp.
Apathetic, indifferent, unapologetic.
Your reign is relentless.
Bruise my soul.
Slit my wrists.
With your sharp words.
And watch me bleed out there, on the sidewalk.
Just like a dead dove on the pavement.
With a thousand and one widows weeping.
Yet you sit.
Tearing, searching
With your serrated ego
Do tell, why would you want to keep
This ragged ventriloquist dummy?
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