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Original Poetry: The Fall

7/16/2015

a bird fell out of a tree

and landed at the side of the highway

I tried to ignore what I'd seen

but I guess I became the bird that day

battered and broken, I lay there and plea

for the will and the way

to make it all okay

for dreams shatter everyday

they're crushed, like the bird who fell out of the tree

for the bird, I fear 'twas the end

a final fall into oblivion

the hurts too much to mend

its own personal Armageddon

it ended with a soft thud

I keep seeing the poor beast's downward descent

his fast fall to finality

brought about by an innocuous wind,

which wasn't even in the forecast that day

I don't want to be that bird

when life hands you shit,

write poetry

and carry on!