Bird

Broken Masterpiece

I heard the claim, but I couldn’t find a word.
Early morning, no bird.
I could barely walk, let alone fly.
They could tell me how, but couldn’t say why.

Dismantled by the minute.
Pain ran deep, I couldn’t pin it.
They took my agony, and tried to spin it.

I dared to be free, I had a goal.
I ached to be great, but I lost my soul.
A deceased spirit. A heart of coal.

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