The lone buttery
Flapping its beautiful wings
Freely
Surrounded by magnificent crystal walls
The beautiful world outside
So enticing
So close, it could almost smell the wild nectar
Impossible to reach
It would watch from afar
Occassionally feeling fleeting bliss
Dreaming it was outside
Feeling rain on its wings
The sun
The wind
Unrestrained
It was comfortable
It was cared for
It was alive
The walls seem closer each day
Escapism
Only in its mind
by Wendy | 05.30.07 | 12:47 pm |
Tags: Poems | 0 Comments
