The Wingless Bird

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I wrote this recently. I had intended to travel recently and for personal reasons i couldnt go and this is a poem about being stuck at home while my friends are in school, work, college or abroad.

Submitted: January 08, 2009

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I am but a whisper in a progressing world.
Days go by and i watch, paralysed by the fear of creating my life.
Between my heart and my mind i dont know which says stay or which says go.
I fear the present will become the past but i still look to the future in hope.
I wait and it is becoming a lifetime's weight on my mind.
Responsability comes wether you want it or not, like life, it does not wait for you.
Am i ready to take control of my own life or do i continue feeding off the happiness, sadness and complexities of the lives of those around me?
I know what i must do but the love i have for these people anchors me.
The chains of love are a curse and a blessing.
The irony is that i try to make the most of these times with them but my love is so intense that i fear i will drive them away.
My life is full of questions that i know the answers to but am fearful of facing their concequences.
I say these things now but i know when i wake tommorrow that i will spend another day wishing, hoping, loving, but all the while...waiting.


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