Bird With Broken Wing
Sometimes I feel like a birdwith a broken wing
standing on the concrete ground
of broken dreams
cars roaming by
loud noises everywhere
a million ways to die
but no one really cares
they just stops to stare
poor poor bird they say
no bush or shelter
where he can hide
he just crashed and broke
on the asphalt open wide
scared and petrified
he can't run or flee he could only fly
sometimes I feel like a bird with a broken wing
I fell once then I stood to die.
Poetry by mPolansky
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Written on 2009-10-27 at 16:23
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