How do I write about the thing with feathers
That perches in my soul
But isn't beautiful and doesn't sing
And never stops at all
It scratches underneath the rug
At all of the things I miss
And every time it hears your name
It tears my strength to bits
It pecks away tiny holes
At my heart and grins
For it knows that at my core
It will always win
How can I move on from you
When I have this little bird
Perched in the shadow of my heart
Where it can be best heard
YOU ARE READING
Screams for the Soul
PoetryPoetry is the ledge that helps us latch onto reality. This is how I understand the world.
