The Broken Winged Bird

Living a dream,

On a cloud up high.

Every wish coming true,

Not a single sigh.

But in your head,

The fear resides.

That this dream,

Someone else decides.

Then a time comes,

The happiness turns bitter.

It all fades,

In pain you dither.

You try to let go,

But can't find the strength.

Clinging to the last straw,

Going to any length.

You call the strength,

That you're so known for.

And sever all ties,

Closing the final door.

You were the happiness,

In one's life.

Now only pain you offer,

leaving them in strife.

To the world you're this sadist,

Who lives in disdain.

But you are a masochist,

Who lives with the pain.

You run from the world,

As just memories remain.

You seek a different high,

To mitigate the pain.

Faith is for the hopeful,

Hope is for the alive.

When you are dead inside,

In pain you learn to survive.

You give up hope,

Now you understand why.

The broken winged bird learns,

That it was never meant to fly.