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.Swan Song.

Poetry By: Alice Oiseau
Poetry


Tags: Swan, Song


"I know not how much longer I can last.
A suicide or a murder?
Tis not a question I can answer,
for I am merely the victim, a penholder."

Alas: a murder.


Submitted:Mar 22, 2009    Reads: 204    Comments: 12    Likes: 6   


Swan Song

by alice oiseau

.

I.

Fools!

I was not made for a cage!

You are devouring me.

One

by

one.

Ignorance!

And apathy

take hold of you.

Open your damn eyes.

Your veins run cold

and I trace them as I trace my steps back

to when I first found refuge.

II.

I loved you.

You were a sanctuary,

serene, like still waters.

The same waters I lay by

day

by

day.

The very same waters I can no longer see.

III.

A bird must fly

and feel a midsummer night's breeze

against the softest of wings.

But you have caged me!

You have suffocated me

to almost

complete

and total

death.

Almost.

IV.

Thirsting for Calliope.

Tenderly she whispers in the ear

of a caged and dying poet.

There is hope.

But.

Not here.

V.

From the ashes

there lies the memory

of once upon a time...

But from the ashes

a new byrd will rise.

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