Birds Of Prey - Poem by david lessard
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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