I see the suffering in your eyes,
As little bird fills your head with all those lies.
Wings of grace – But another in disguise.
She sits on a branch, just out of reach –
But your mind she will always breach.
Her poison, she will leach –
As it drops on your crown,
Seeping into your ears with her sound,
“Anger and frustration will be your demise,
As I fill your head with all your failed tries.
All your lies – you will pay,
For eternity, you will be your own demise”
Floating words, seep into your mind,
Your broken soul, you pay in kind.
As you die a thousand deaths –
With each one, you take your last breath.
Head drawn, eyes wept –
Mistaken steps – off the ledge you leapt.
A downward spiral of inner demons –
Robbing you of your inner dreaming.
What you fail to see –
Is your spark.
Your light –
Your heart shines so bright –
You shine like gold.
Like the sun –
Don’t let your heart and soul fold.
It’s the pressure of greatness –
Although, you feel it’s your
I know you don’t see this now –
The envy is masked,
By the pain little bird endows.
She keeps you distracted,
Head spinning –
Gut wrenching –
In circles you keep swimming.
© S. Slate 2016