April 8, 2022

COCKATIEL

By EPRobles

I had a cockatiel.

She kept flying, circling
her cage and would beat
her wings cackling as she fell;
the cage door opening ~~~~~~
I couldn’t stand watching.

I was like a terrible parent
caged in my own unhappiness.

And the love I had tore me in two,
another love had taken my soul away.

I am empty.
I am empty.

And like my cockatiel
I am hungry for love.

I sit listening to a crow
cawing, at peace with the world.

:: 04.07.2022 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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