Poetry

Neon Bird

Beat up on the streets, picked up from the trash.
He needed some band-aid, but was too low on cash.
He wanted to laugh, but went hush to avoid any clash,
Though there was fire in his heart like a phoenix rising from the ash.

He trembled his way back home alone
Humming this disastrous melancholic tune
Until he stumbled upon a rolling stone
And fell into the dark pit of unknown.

To cage a bird with fluorescent wings,
Isn’t worth a try.
It might hurt your feelings,
But let the Neon Birds fly.

Through the mountains, night sneaked upon the sky.
Dark spirits creeped inside the pit to terrify.
The lone nightingale screamed out a cry,
As he could feel a thousand eyes on him, trying to pry.

They trashed his soul and called him names
But he didn’t care; he was too familiar of their pety little games.
Deep inside a hole a new born songbird lay,
Singing songs about running somewhere far away.

To cage a bird with fluorescent wings,
Isn’t worth a try.
It might hurt your feelings,
But let the Neon Birds fly.

The city I used to call my home
Seems to have gone away somewhere far.
I’m looking for it everywhere
Driving around in my car.

Leeches contaminated the air –
Filled with mist and smoke.
Mice died in the flood of blood,
The smell of it all making me choke.

I drove across the bloodstream flowing downhill,
A million mice died, coming underneath my wheel.
I still move on though, I got no time to mourn,
It’s the ill fate of the mice – they die where they’re born.

Trees taller than the mountains, go to seed,
Crying in a choir, as they’re the ones who bleed.
They’ve been here since the dawn of us.
They’ve seen us all grow and do the dirty deeds.

A million men hung themselves from those branches,
And the cowards got shot in the back from the ones in charges.
The city is haunted by the ghosts of our past,
Not letting them go, even though they’ve so long surpassed.

City of bones, bones of cages,
Trapping souls, stinking of blood and stitches.
I don’t want to be like them, dead while still living
But it is my destiny, there’s no escaping.

I’m getting late, I should be going to my house
But I don’t want to see my dad or his brand new spouse.
I don’t want to see anyone, not my family nor a friend.
None of them like me, they all just try to pretend.

I hear a voice calling me. My love, is that you speaking?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying.
Were you upset or was it once again all my fault?
I don’t care anymore, I don’t want any more of your assault.

This city is rotten and dying bit by bit
And if I don’t leave it, I’ll die along with it.
I need to run away or I’ll later have to grieve,
I want to tell stories, I need to find what I believe.

A bright bird hovers over the disastrous death scene,
Making me realise I have my car and gas in my engine.
Deep inside a hole a new born songbird lay,
Singing songs about running somewhere far away.

To cage a bird with fluorescent wings,
Isn’t worth a try.
It might hurt your feelings,
But let the Neon Birds fly.

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