FLY

That bluebird he hid.

Silent and sad.

Begging to soar.

Begging to see.

Kept away from it all.

Like a secret.

A shame.

That bluebird he hid.

Such pain it felt.

Pain not its own.

Pain not for him.

Kept bearing that illness.

Like a scapegoat.

So tame.

That bluebird he hid.

Stagnant no more.

Free from the confines.

Free from the pain.

Know please that I love you.

Like my soulmate

Enflame.

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(With regards to C. Bukowski)

Kristian Beatty
(Poetry)