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Question

Alive


Oh pitiful bird,
Whatever did happen to you?
Your feathers are unfair and jagged,
Your frame and limbs are void of life,
And your eyes are burdened with strife.
Whatever did happen to you,
Oh pitiful bird?

Did the others around you,
Surpass you in glamour and beauty?
Did they take flight and soar higher?
Did they adventure from place to place,
And did not faintly faint or tire?
Did their reaching wings embrace,
The adventurous winds with grace?
Did they hold steadfast,
With the strong blows they faced?
Were they of the same feathers,
But you were a different case?

Among loved ones,
In their presence,
Before their countenance,
Did you see the lack of your beauty,
As they had what you lacked in plenty?
And though they saw the lack you possessed,
They couldn’t help to meet such lack,
Because with beauty, they were blessed,
It wasn’t given nor did they buy such feature.
What did you do to be an unblessed creature?

Oh, how you loved your loved ones,
And enjoyed the time spent with each one.
But among them, your lack was evident.
Did the pain become overwhelming?
Did your voice crack nearing in tears?
Did your eyes manifest your heartbreak?
Did you try to stay, smile, and play a fake?
Did you fly away in your sorrow,
Hoping the pain would fade by tomorrow?
Did the increasing pain remain
Day after day?
Did your heart keep heavy,
And your tears made way?

But what mortal could you blame,
For your dwarfed and scanty frame?
In your somber and lonely circumstance,
There is no mortal in guilt.
No, not one is at fault.
Ill-favored, you were built,
And in your loathsome countenance,
You heart began to wilt.

For your runty wings couldn’t bear,
Your fawning sorrow and make fly.
Nor could you have lived without a care,
With such painful truth to deny.

You lay there upon the cold ground,
With your wings heavy and stiff,
Your beak is extinct of any sound,
It seems with you, death has had enough.

For you heart is desolate of any beat,
You chest is flat and barren of air,
Neglected, you lay in defeat,
And your eyes carry a lonely stare.

Your limbs are lifeless,
Your countenance has no hue,
And your body is as of wood.
Months, years, and people have past you,
They all came and just stood.

The months came, but turned to years.
They aged you, making a new day.
The people stood, shed a few tears,
And they also went their way.

Oh pitiful bird,
Did you take your own life?
Or, because of ones around you,
Did you lose you life?

Answer 1

it is pritty, perhaps title it diffrent things i thought they were all the same

Answer 2

Very nice but a bit too long for a poem without rhyme.

Answer 3

Okay i'm not some college professor on poems, but i think it's way too long and it goes around and around. But aside from that, it's pretty good!

Answer 4

The joy of flight , yet to feel, since the seeking is on...

Answer 5

Awwwwwwwwwww... That's nice..

Answer 6

nice but way too long, I lost interest half way through and was wondering when it would end.

Answer 7

Waaaaaaaaaay too long,

Answer 8

I LOVE TIHS POEM = ) you're great

Answer 9

total crap.