Sparrow

I’m a sparrow of existence.

My wings’re all messed up,

So I can no longer fly.

Just remain by the fruit tree,

That gives me sustenance,

So of hunger I don’t perish.

You were the forgotten promise,

Of an angel, fallen in disbelief,

By deamons tortured and hurt.

Until no more Love I have to give.

I’m old and exhausted,

Frail and disbeliefed,

My master, Time itself,

Long now has abandoned me,

Leaving me to die,

At the hands of some unknown woman,

Fierce enough to doom me,

And to the eternal vortex condemn me.

And, so, here I stand,

A limp of existence,

A lump on someone’s shoulders,

A forgotten world of Peace and Love,

Forever unattainable,

Forever forgotten,

Forever true and honest,

To loneliness condemned,

By, of those two,

The present uselessness,

As well as of Love itself.