I
am a bird frail and weak
Hovering
between two worlds and hanging still
Drained
of breath, life taking its twirl dance
Death
staring and doing its rituals
Breath
my prized asset, slowly travelling in gasps
I’m the wounded lion
Pride
evaporates through the mist and quenches my courage
Fear
is ignited like the nights wind
Blazing,
tossing, turning, awakening my demons buried
Deep
in the darkest part of my soul
Gnawing
through my heart and struggling to showcase
I
am the lone wolf
Trailing
the path dreaded without knowledge
Overshadowed,
lost, blocked nostrils
Stuck,
struggling through the thorns
Choking
on my own tears, anxiety driving forth
Like
a cheetah cheating chewing and churning
I
am my reflection
An
image I refuse to see
My
shadow hovers still, what I want to be
Twirling
in the well of sorrows
Travelling
in the tunnel of regrets
The
rescued slave of perception
My
slit wrists, bulging eyes and slim frame
My
rescuer sits still, eyes not blinking, lips still
A
hateful smirk full of love in white powder to save me
Pupils
shut, ascending into cloud nine
While
I journey in the bridge between life and death
High
into the clouds
Soaring
like the lost bird
