Lyric № 179
Avian Child
I'm really starting to wonder why,
every time I start to fly,
Something drags me back to ground.
I was born an avian child,
the winds intrigued, the skies beguiled.
The breezes whispered a quiet sound.
Each night I fly so high in my dreams,
drifting along without a care it seems,
Till morning comes to drag me down.
Those around me can't understand,
as they are bound so firmly to land.
I will forever be outside them all.
With mantled wings and hooded eyes, I wait,
searching barren skies for a mate,
Never quite finding one to fit.
In human form, I am forever bound,
never once to leave the ground,
Never with an avian mate.
Forever grounded,
Forever off center,
Not FAIR?.I was meant to fly?.
6 comments
Form and format and puctuation and word choice...well...it needs cleaning up, but time will give you the polish you need...keep writing!
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