Denied

A few minutes to sit---

to think, reflect.

Rain's rhythem

echoing thunder

frog chorus and

blackbird cry.

Wishing for silence

knowing no respite.

Longing to fly I

look to my clipped

wings. Forever

land bound, forcably

silenced...guilty of

all having been

imprisoned since birth.

No escape, no peace,

life and death

both----denied.



3/20/04

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Nickson Magak's picture

Sounds like unfulfilled dreams, wishes or inability! Inspiring and thought provoking piece.