UNTITLED

A bird

Played and stirred

Quietly  

In a darkened room

With sounds

Of thrills

Perhaps

The unknown

Bound

For its own

Safety,

I just looked

Watched

And served…

Didn’t know

How the hues

Of those special

Painful colors

Entice  

The mind

Humility’s

Graciousness

Flows

Like blood

Causing surgations,

As my bird

Began

To sing

To me…

Still

It remained captive

Knowing

At any time

It could be free

Its wings intact,

Its will, strong

My bird remains still

Breathing

Perched

Before me

Now I know

How colors of bliss

Are born

To the satisfaction

Of whims,

Rejuvenating needs

Of voracious honor,

I fell to my knees

Giving back

Which has been

Given me,

Like my bird

I sing…

I sing for my bird!!!

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