Please, Come As A Bird

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What should one do when he feels that his world is falling apart?
When he looks around he realizes,
he is the only one trying to stand still.
No other shoulders to measure with, felling alone, afraid and scared.
Only pieces of a one’s life flying above ones head.
No place for hopelessness, no seconds thoughts wasted.
No seconds left
In a life filled with deception, lies and misunderstandings.
No clean spot to look in the blue sky,
everything around is red,
blood red everything around become.
And unaccompanied, feeling the knees weakening,
One tries to look in the skies behind everything else that flies
Wishing that hope, come as a bird that flies by and with it's wings
Takes one away.

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