Dying Bird

Dying Bird

My mind has seen the pain of woe
The longing hurt and senseless blow
of people dying every day
Their hurt a powerful burning play

So it was with my little bird
She longed to hear some simple words
like love and peace and just the sun
I tried to be her only one

But yet she was in so much pain
Her every moment lived in vain
She wished to die she used to say
I would cuddle her in every way

But she would cry into the night
There was no peace, there was no light
My little bird so sad to say
not long to live in her own play

For one day when I arrived at home
the bathroom locked, like death, this poem
I kicked it in as lovers bled
that's when I found my poor bird dead

I tried to carry her and give her life
but it was like the sharpest knife
That cuts you deep so you will know
you have alot of blood to flow

She was my bird, my little leaf
and now I play guitar in grief.

Cazzy