The wounded bird / Poem by Hana Shishiny

Poem by Hana Shishiny

 

The wounded bird

In my heart a desert
Stormy sands filling my view
Caged.. Like a wounded bird
Singing painfully of me and you..

Lost on an unknown path
How long.. How dark.. My tortured soul
Wandering alone, devoided of words
Just, silent echos,
and unheard calls..

My hopes fly to free walks
To warming tides, to the smell of sea
To a spring cuddled with lovers talks
To Dawn’s promises, to Awakening trees..

I need to recuperate my moonlight
My twinkling stars, in a clear sky
Hold my hand, long is this scary night
Fill me with your love, and both, let’s fly…

This silence is breaking my wings..
I turn, and crush on my prison’s walls
a wounded bird, that’s all you will find
With painful song, and unheard calls…

By Hana Shishiny
April 2020
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