Bird - Stuck in Gale

 I'm like a bird stuck in the gale,

with my wings feeling weak and my might,  pale.


The powerful wind of my cluttered mind so strong,

this will-power of mine now feeble and seems everything is wrong.


No matter how much I flutter and flap,

I'll still stumble and fall in this trap.


Exhausted by the burden to fly soaring high,

and hit by the expectations, I fall in my own eye.


The gale, now, turning into a strong storm,

my wings tired, cold and no place where I can feel warm.


With the storm setting in and everything turning dark,

seems even after so much toil, I'm unable to leave any kind of mark.


With the setting sun I too disappear,

disappointed and alone, this loud silence is all I hear.

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