Bird

Souring high, on loves laughter

Hand in hand with the Air,

I breathe. That keeps me alive

Hand in hand with my Demon

How could I have known?

Dunk on love fumes

That I was flying on

Rotten wings

The Air, my breath

Already gone

Obviously, done my own undoing

To high to fall, or so I thought

How long would it be

Before I hit the ground

No long enough, but I survived

My initial fall but broke every bone

How long can one soul

Live when its already dead

How long can a bird live

Without wings?