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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2014931
A trippy poem about a vision of a wounded bird that sits outside my window, I'm concerned.

-Lonesome Bird of Worry-
by Keaton Foster
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Outside
My window
Beyond
All that is capable
There in the distance
A wooden post
A marker of division
A proper form of separation
Beyond it are places
Locations
That I’ve never been
Destinations
That I could never go
An entire universe
Beyond my home
Of such a place
I’ve been exposed
Except for in my mind
Uncomfortable am I
Further expressing such an idea
Upon that wooden post
Stands a single bird
A wounded creature
No doubt within
The process of healing
God I at least hope
When I first spotted him
His wounds looked grievous
Now they look calloused
Yet his figure
The image of his shape
Expressed by shades of light
Seems somewhat disfigured
Such grotesqueries of shape
Can never be put back
Presently
He cannot obtain lift
More importantly
He cannot escape any of this
His days of soaring high
Far beyond you and I
Are for the most part behind
Even if he somehow escapes death
Even if what is broken mends
I’m unsure if he’ll ever fly
If he’ll ever kiss the sky again
Such uncertainty
Whether real or faked
Is the foundation of my fate
The core of what keeps me here
Looking out my window
Instead of living outside
Such a self-imposed prison
I have given him a name
A proper way of identification
Lonesome bird of worry
For you and your plight
Truly I have begun to feel sorry
I don’t know
How you were injured
I have no idea
If was because of people
Or if was some other creature
I just don’t know any of it
All that I am increasingly aware of
Is that each new day you are there
Upon that wooden post
Outside my window
Beyond all that is capable
From there, in the remoteness
Your eyes peer back at me
Your pain soars the distance
I’m sure that you know
Far greater than I
That one day you’ll
Either fall or soar away
Or die somewhere in between
I’m sure that you
Know your own fate
Just as I understand mine
Lonesome bird of worry
Your name neither praise or glory
Your image increasingly clear
Your wounds healing because of time
I just hope beyond all that I can
You will have enough…


Lonesome Bird of Worry
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.

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