Flightress

This was another poem from Image 14

Lifeless

Lightless

Flightless

Flightress

Litte Dove

O Darling

Dying

Flying

Falling

Spying

Concrete settled

Waiting slow

The said the one who fails at falling

Wakes in the morning

Just to think

I can fix all things

But this

Flightless

Falling

Bawling

Crush