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Suffering the treacherous wind,

Having my wings pinned,

I lie naked in the shadow

Under a tree amidst a meadow

Watching a little bird fly

Eager to reach the sky.

How brave and bold it was,

Striving for such an impossible cause,

Never tired from falling,

Never giving in to crawling,

Always rising again,

Ever persisting to win.

I looked at the bird and pondered

Over its actions and wondered,

Why couldn’t I be like him?

Why couldn’t I surmount my whim?

In my thoughts, I’m a prisoner,

To my fate, I’m a petitioner,

Waiting for a hazy old dream

To let me out & my soul redeem,

When I shall fly as I please—

Soar in freedom’s breeze,

Strong and sound,

No longer bound.

I wake up on reality

Realizing its brutality.

Sometimes I ponder

Over my past & wonder,

Have I lost my way?

Have I gone astray?

There is emptiness inside.

Desperation, I try to hide.

I cannot see any future,

I just hope for a peaceful departure.

When I think of my sins,

My head spins.

I look at myself in despise,

I look through my soul and recognize

My weakness and my shame

From a will I found lame.

I look deeper and ponder

Over my secrets and wonder,

Why am I so weak?

My happiness I never seek,

As if, I’m punishing my soul,

Into oblivion, I continue to fall.

Maybe I’m used to being a victim,

Pretending to accept destiny’s dictum

Like a helpless wounded bird

Or a lamb straying from its herd;

I’m trapped in barbed wire,

I’m sinking in a deep mire.

Will someone lend me a hand?

Will destiny help me stand?

Unaware of the future,

Unable to heal my fracture,

Captured by destiny’s pincer,

I lie waiting for an answer.

From "Lost Generation," first published on my personal blog back in 2013.


I'm new to the poetry thing so don't know anything but this is right up my street. Every line resonates with me. It feels like you took a poem from my brain!. Thank you.