SCRAPS #107: WINGS CLIPPED

Wings clipped no escape

Like a bird in its cage

To save one's own self

With the love we gave

Some say it enslaves us

And it all educes rage

All the problems we made

All our memories will fade

From now to the grave

All this progress will save

No more starting over

Got to finish the game

So, shout out thy name

To feel no more shame

Silence stills roars lions

Mane from the pain.

The spark of the universe

Ignites life in the cursed

Those dead in the dirt

Carried out by a hearse

Empty pockets and purse

We get what we deserve

Stop this shit where it is

I don't want it to get worse.

Loved ones will be dead

Those gone that we wed

Empty stomach never fed

Closed books never read

The virus has spread

Flashing bright code red

Clashing smashing

Crying dying in your head

Can't get out of bed

Cause words that are said

Are not even spoken

I've awoken then fled.

Anxiety full of dread

Piety full of lead

Legs weak but I speak

Good words to be spread

So not to disappoint

For these wounds I anoint

All aches in my joints

Many fingers they point

Let's put up a fight

The darkest of knights

Words left that we write

Go towards higher light