Flightless Sparrow

Flightless sparrow, where were you headed? 

Too high above the ground or too close for comfort? 

Since birth, you've pushed the limits. 

Resentful motivation, recluse behaviour, the blinding field of fire, boil ridden skin. 

Ugly lies taint the sky, truth was dragged through the dirt. 

Remnants of joy bashed against the jagged rocks, survival is the fight. 

Hands cling to the skyline. 

Wise tales given freely, truth recovered seldom. 

Screams echo beneath the earth, screeching through a thickened skull. 

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>Crows circle around the dead, laughter-filled with hungered eyes. 

Flightless hope is all that's left. Flightless fight, digging nails. Breathe until the air turns stale. Demons whisper in both ears, pulling harder to the field. 

Why the fight? Why the tears? Why the pain? 

All that's left is this tale, victor had not paid its price. 

The flightless bird spread its wings, and turn away from the field. 

Forget their lies and jagged rocks, wipe the mud off your back. 

Survival is the only fight.

So flightless sparrows learn to fly.