A Bird’s Eye View
I watched the world,
from where I stood,
above the branch,
beyond the good.
The sky was cracked,
the sun bled red,
it spun and hissed,
like souls long dead.
The trees were still,
their whispers gone,
the earth was tired,
its light withdrawn.
Below I saw,
a thousand cries,
a sea of ghosts,
in human guise.
They walked with eyes,
that never dreamed,
they spoke in words,
that never gleamed.
I held the fruit,
its taste was sin,
a bitter truth,
that burned within.
The wind confessed,
what I once knew,
the dark sees all,
from my bird’s view.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A breathtaking and profoundly desolate perspective, capturing the bitter clarity of painful, solitary observation.
Wonderful thoughts, and this has given me an idea of a poem or story