Friday, May 19, 2017

"flight" by Ross Balcom, Frequent Contributor

flight

locked
in the tower

a prisoner
of heights forlorn

your spells
useless

your magic 
dead

your dreams
of flight

futile,
futile 

birds painted
on the walls

of Never

--Ross Balcom

Poet's Notes: I wrote this poem after perusing a book of bird paintings. There is nothing worse than being imprisoned, literally or figuratively. If necessary, kill to be free. 

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