Birds Of Prey Poem by david lessard

Birds Of Prey



One day, I'll write my book -
The words will pour right out -
You'll shake when you do look -
When first, I begin to shout.

You can scream and no one hears -
You can cry and ono one knows -
You can hde from all your fears -
Thinking you are safe from all the blows.

Your just a shadow, living in a dream -
Your just a phantom, existing in the night -
The ones you love, they're not what they seem -
They're slowly swept away, in fearful flight.

You'll see them all again, in my written pages -
You'll hear them speak again, in quiet words -
But you'll never hear again, the sullen rages -
They've taken shelter with the angry birds.

Birds of prey, they sit in darkened light -
Waiting, watching, they want to see you die -
Wasting away in the corridors of fright -
They'll take you now...if you let them try.

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david lessard

david lessard

gardner, massachusetts
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