The Desert Scribe: Dying Bird

I’m a dying bird

Waiting for my life to end-

My wings damaged

From all the winds I have taken in-

I tried to swallow rocks

But all I ended up doing was throwing them back up-

I feel so alone

Cold rotting into my bone

My heart crushing

My blood in my veins still flushing

Wish all this pain would stop

And just let my eyelids drop

I’m all alone down here on the ground

No one to hear my desperate sounds-

Night is surrounding me

As I fall into my deathly dream

 

 

By Shayann Boggis