caseyblaise

take one in the day 
keep the bad thoughts away 

so they say 

too many one morning 
they ignored all the warnings

a way of reforming 

feathers fall to the ground 

I know this routine 
Whether you do 
Or not 

I know what to do 
What to say 
How to act 

To keep you safe 
Others safe 
Myself safe 

I know when to redirect 

I have made a promise 

A promise without thinking 

That I don’t know if I can keep 
It is such an empty word 

Promise  

I hate it 

I hate it 

There is a bird atop a tree 

Who sings a haunting melody 

Feathers missing, head hung low 

A desperate, broken metronome 

Longing to fly free above 

Yearning to be like the dove 

I have a little devil 

Although you’d never know 

His wings are white and fluffy 

But his eyes they glow 

He bucks and rears and bolts 

He chases all his friends 

Somebody died 

Somebody’s dead 

I’m sorry 

Why?

Why are you sorry  

Is it because you could have done something 

Is it because you could have stopped it