Bloodied hands reaching for more

Bloodied hands reaching for more

The other field is greener
Holding lush, evergrowing leaves.
Yet here I am fenced
Forced to hush, unless we become thieves.

My hands are bruised and torn
Nails chipped, yet still, ​they yearn.
Fence too high for me to jump
Wings clipped, when will I learn?

A haze of gold and red
I’m blind, the sun has taken​ my sight.
The burning ball has overpowered the clouds
Lost in​ my mind, how will I ever take flight.

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