It Was – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

A sparrow,

it was I think,

the devils bird,

lost in ink,

we scoured through,

we searched the night.

we wish,

the wish,

not of the light,

I wanted more,

but it had less to give,

a burden life was,

my gift,

was its release…

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