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Broken Wings
by Lyss CopelandShe cant help but be alone.
With each day, she finds a new excuse,
Another reason for why being with him hurts her.
She cant stand his temper; nobody can tolerate his attitude;
Hes too immature for her to deal with.
Lies devoured by other lies:
His friends are her friends.
He loves her like no other.
He wants to spend the rest of his life with her.
The truth:
Hes gnawing at her spirit,
Waiting until he feels the break
Before he goes for the kill.
One by one, the little birds
Have flown away from the nest
Leaving the littlest one alone
Not because they need to move on and fly
But because that littlest bird likes to nip and growl
Make noises and movements that scare the others away
His laugh floats in the air of her windy mind
Taunting her little birds to fly away
Before he should become cannibal.
12/08/2008 Posted on 12/08/2008
Copyright © 2025 Lyss Copeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/08/08 at 06:30 PM Far too many have stayed put only to be devoured by the love they thought they had found. For love should not be stiflling. It should be freeing and open to possibilities. Nice write. |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 01/07/09 at 01:49 PM This feels to me almost as if it would have arrived from a bad dream... the birds? |
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