#72

Bird Falling From Skye

Feeling warranted, loss is not.

Nothing was done that deserved this toss

this tossing away, the memory won’t be there.

Self destruct and tear down your heart,

it is the path you follow, back again, to be fucked

over and over.  This time your friend may not be there,

to catch you, falling in your sorrow, the shoulder

you took for granted and push aside without a care.

Love comes in many forms and to push any away

is madness. Fear of friendly love pushes away,

back to a source of the fear itself. Bitter tears

are swallowed, rent for lesson not learnt.

Fly away you foolish bird, your wings

will crumble under weight of drowning forces,

choking out your life.

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