Caged Bird

Everything always happens
At the wrong time.

My life
Is a withered tree

On the edge

Of a desolate shore

I wait to be found

But I cannot be rescued

For I am rooted

To the ancient ground

My love

A bird

Flown far away

Though once perched

On my arm

Has flown away to

Follow your hand

Into the distance

My happiness

A single ashen tear

Drawn to the ground

By the fear of truth

My kindness

Returns to mock me

From a place where I

Cannot reach

My feelings

Are alike

To a single

Grain of sand

Lost in utter uselessness

In an ocean of pain

If only the shards of lies were not

So crystal clear

And if the mirror of truths

Was not so unsure

Maybe for once a smile would be near

And maybe for once

Just one day

Would be pure.

I could