Bitter
I was a feeble baby bird,
Downed to the absurd ground
When they pushed me out of the nest,
They guessed I would fly
Instead I cry for I need a sling
For this damned broken wing,
I need to learn how to fix my head
Without ending up dead
I would trade all of my pride
For what I was denied and
It takes less than a second to prove
The biggest mistake of my life was
Moving before the Akita attacked -
The doctors said if it was my frail body,
They couldn’t bring my pale soul back
So I can live in strife
That I was never disembodied,
I can archive as much as I desire and
I can sleep as much as I require
Still when I come to,
I will have a life to live
Where it truly matters
Who I become and
How I shatter
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