Slashed & Burned

Ruin and ash

Fires burning low

Treasure to trash

Where do I go?

My old world has ended

I screamed as it burned

My soul's resurrected

To ground zero returned.

Trying to figure out

Where I fit in

I sink into the ground;

Stop control-less spinning.

Others are gone

Yet still I remain

A small, fragile one

So I begin again.

Face to the night

Eyes open wide

Hoping this time

I'm on the right side.

Aviary Revolution

No more dark thoughts of dread

Like thunder pounding in my head.

No more long nights lying awake

In fear of the searching light of daybreak.

No more of the excuses that I once wore

Like dirty bandages over putrid sores.

No more cringing at the stares I've borne

From soulless children of the corn.

Content no more with the crusts of bread

That keep me little more than dead.

No more! I say. Nay, I cry!

While from mountain peaks that touch the sky

My soul, unfettered from the earth,

Takes wing and soars amidst the mirth

Of freedom's wind and bliss' rain

Far from the dying echoes of pain.