“Encumbered”
The skies are clear above
Sun being warm its arms welcome
crows fly overhead eagle eyes piercing
My holes are showing
The Sun shines through them
Naked and ashamed I look for a cloak
One warm and dark
No shadows around its high noon
My fingers twitch I want to go home
A river of slime needs frossing
Where did all the angels go
I only want to borrow a couple of feathers
Their scent is sweet
Fresh bread enter my mind
It’s just a thought unrolling
The crisp breeze grabs my attention
A scream from the background
Where passions by aging and curious
Wondering about it gatekeeper
Is it a neglected child
The moon pushes against the sun
He wants his time to shine
The flowers don’t want to wither yet
They still hold life inside
If I stopped caring what would happen
Would the soil sleep
would the rain gal
Who makes the day
Am I the blade or the eagle
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