From Broken Wings

From broken wings,
cry to the sky,
clouds billow, high.

Ants are coming.
A meal I bring…
a free gorging.

First, each eye gone,
then, moving on,
my hollow bones.

All because, I
failed again. Why
bother to cry.

I tried.

But, I’m not sure

I can try again.


© CGT, 2018.

One Comment on “From Broken Wings

  1. Maybe you didn’t really fail. Maybe it just seems like it in that moment in that perspective.

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