The Swallow

I found a wounded swallow

battered from this world

curled upon leaves of falsity

fragile as it was

chemistry thrown askew

she had tried to fly

flee a violent storm

now adrift with herself

alone carrying her wounds

despair to last a lifetime

and she was to rise again

but not as a Phoenix

to tempt a brief flight

a short escape

storms of regret rampaging

when this existence

became too great

she alighted once more

to consider it all

before discarding the burdens

of a tainted existence

to head into the ultimate blue


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