Birds

Dazed and broken. If only I could move!

Stuck to the forest floor gazing at the branches that sway back and forth.

I hear and feel the energy of the creatures who were in pursuit.

Surrounding me. With the need to infect me.

It began with picks and pecks. Then before I knew it…I was here. Talking to no one and everyone.

Rationalizing my place before my end.

Nothing ferocious or exotic comes from the shadows.

These creatures small and meek finally reach with piercing anxiety.

Their hunger is humbling at first, shy.…until it becomes ravenous.

The picks and pecks have become the tearing of flesh.

I am borrowed and used. Unfulfilled by the sacrifice that I am making.

The embarrassing pleasure I take in the subtle licks that are taken to gather my blood fills me with rage.

It’s the only peace I have from the pain. Numbing me like ice.

Gazing at the branches swaying…I make my peace.

I gasp for breath and await my cure.

Featured Artist: Greg Simkins

Musical Inspiration: As Tall As Lions