Sometimes natures beauty is just the reminder that can start the ball rolling that brings you to the brink of insanity. Sometimes the sights and sounds just can’t be turned off even after you go to sleep. Sometimes you want it all to go away so that you can start over and not feel the pain of a life lost.
Nature is so beautiful and yet can be so ugly
The bird’s song is playing too loud
Such beautiful sounds haunt me
Her sighs, her moans, her laughter
It’s overpowering my thoughts
Its beauty is frightening
So many colors so many thoughts
Her eyes, her hair, her skin
My eyelids serve no purpose
Closed or open I still see
Its beak so damaging
It tears at my heart
It plucks at my eyes
It steals my sounds
Such a sweet voice
Such hurtful words
It’s perched on every branch
On every wire
In the confines of my home
In the confines of my mind
I dream of a day with no birds
3 replies on “Birds”
powerful poem. the anguished conflict of beauty and pain is very real here.
Thanks, Jonnia
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