THE EAGLE’S GIFT

Injured in my own borders

Can’t see my way through

These walls were where my comforts lie

Now they have fallen into

 

To escape would be to abandon

And live with the results my fled

I can already see the horizon

Without blue, black or red

 

I’ve lingered in here for so long I can’t feel

The torture has been an accustomed dwell

Now I must become this solitary keel

Or else adrift into this bottomless hell

 

I sense that my distortions are heavy

My timeless hopes fly like mist

So thick and dense as a sturdy levy

Collapse in the wake of love’s gist

 

I will crawl out of the rubble

And in due time see once again

As this blurred reflection makes me humble

I know that I’ve never lost a friend

 

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