Tadashi (screamingroom) wrote in nonfiction,
Tadashi
screamingroom
nonfiction

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Free

by Tadashi

He spends many hours locked
up in versions of himself,

wondering when the other shoe will drop.

Swaying back and forth,
He uncovers some warmth
in the cotton bed sheets at his feet,

and he whispers
“Free as a bird.
It’s the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.”

His hazel eyes narrow as the dusk
invades his grey rotted room.

And as his fingernails dig into
the palms of his hands,

he mutters
“Free as a bird.
It’s the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.”

The bedpost rocks as drops
to the floor to hold on to
what he understands as being tactile.

The sweat clings to his clothes, as
a moth comes through the opened window,
to flutter around the naked light of the room.

He comes up for air,
but nobody cares,

and he sings
“Free as a bird.
It’s the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.”

The exposed bulb destroys itself.
Thousands of sparks start
raining down
on him.

The moth comes crashing
into his hands,
its snowy wings turned black,

and he screams
“Free as a bird.
It’s the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.”

The wings,
still smoking.

Free as a bird.
It’s the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.
Home
Home and dry
Like a homing bird I fly--


Please, and comments or suggestions. I am trying to get togehter some of my best poetry for my first book. Thanks
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