locked
in the tower
a prisoner
of heights forlorn
your spells
useless
your magic
dead
your dreams
of flight
futile,
futile
birds painted
on the walls
of Never
--Ross
Balcom
Poet's
Notes: I wrote this poem after perusing a book of bird
paintings. There is nothing worse than being imprisoned, literally or
figuratively. If necessary, kill to be free.
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