Wingless Bird
O wingless bird of my arts! Fallen from the nest, Take the strength of my words, Fly in my prose and verse. O sapless pen of my thoughts! Dried from the dread, Nib into my veins and clots, Inscribe on paper in blood. O merciless pain of my body! Let me slowly perish, Dwell and cherish the vault, I render you to flourish. O needless cry of my soul! Bereft of your audiences, Rebound, return and lie, Buried with mute senses O pointless compass of my life! With all magnetism lost, Who provides you solace – Mountain, valley or grass?