Birds Fly (Part Three: The End) Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

Steady as she goes
Altered mind set
The pill leaves a bitter taste
Dulls the senses
Drives the pain
Away
Bruises all along a beaten back
Invisible scars no one stops to see
Inside blood and tears keep her from death
Never asked for this
For the mom on meth
A prisoner inside the mind
Such a hard place to leave
The bottle lies empty and shattered
Why tell the truth if you think it’s a lie
Posters fall apart in the street
Not a second glance
Self-esteem low
Death a favorite friend
An ominous reminder
Shoes hit the pavement
Unregistered pain
Vision blurred
Mentally abused
Physically hurt
Sexually taken advantage of
Unaware of everything
Nothing to stay for
The permanent breakdown
A lighted candle’s blur catches the eye
It doesn’t really click as it burns out
Heartbeats resonate through the space
Empty shelves lined with glass bottles
Holes in the ground
Trapped inside the mind?
Or running through reality
Smoke and mirrors give no direction
One body is a million people
Sitting hopelessly
Looking towards the sky
Grass black as coal and ash
Skies purple and black
The moon and sun dying
Stars falling
The birds circle and enclose
Stealing souls
Stealing minds
Leaving the shattered shells strewn across the defiled land
Next lifetime
It will go better
Next lifetime
It will all make sense