Perched behind a
wall of cynicism,
Hoping for a love
that will never be.
The trapped bird almost
ceases to believe
In the magic of
union of two souls
Kept away for far
too long, for far too long.
Scared to hold its
breath for promises
That will never be
made in time.
It lets go of hope
and learns to breathe misery
Until its insides
are rotten enough for the worms it once fed on
Behind the wall of
optimism.
