The end of the world.

I’m content being a bird
Maybe now my voice can be heard
I spread my disheveled wings and fly
Fly through the barren sky
My black eyes scan the dark horizon
Only to find no rising sun
My world is a desolate place
No one to recognize my face
I want to take a brake and rest
But I must not stop this quest
I have found my home it’s where I belong
It’s where I can sing my song
I sing my awareness of what’s to come
But to them my tone is only a gentle hum
Time goes on and my voice grows weak
I must find someone to take my place and speak
But it’s too late
All I can do is wait
I sit in a tree and watch it all
As the world begins to fall
I see a baby who wears a mask of despair
To him how is this ending fair
There must be a way to stop this
And put an end to this madness
But what can I say
It’s an inevitable day

Reviews

[Andrew'sWonderland]

One wants to break free and spread their wings, but someone or something is holding them back...
That's what I interpreted from this!!
Another great write here!!
I love your style and technique!!
Keep up the fantastic work!!!

[Dominic Rosales]

I really liked this poem and think it was very intriguing, thanks for sharing, and keep up the good work because I really liked the writing that you possess. Keep it up. :)
-Dominic

[Michael]

perhaps there's an all too reluctant to accept awareness in perceiving that there's nothing you can do to change what is unfolding before you, that you are kept in place by what it is doing to everything else, or maybe it is already taken place and you are left to observe how it cuts through everything and everyone else. the song to be sung, but what it would mean to anyone else even as one realizes alone what it represents for themselves.

interesting read.