i want to feel everything and nothing

take it, my love

the fragile chickadee with paper-thin bones

fluttering above in a drowning blue sky

innocent youngling naïve and bright

still steeped in hope, dreams, selfishness

teach it, my love

is the world not so good?

full of corruption and malice

rip off its wings and make it crawl

the babe needs to understand

heal it, my love

trusting others is a tortuous epic

the songbird has want of a crutch

for the splintered soul floating in its sunken breast

it wants to feel again