"Pretty Bird" | An Original Poem

Pretty Bird

An Original Poem by @CarlieEster

You called me a nightingale, and asked me to sing
I gave you my voice then you gave me an iron cage to live in.
I said that I wanted a flower bed so I could count to a thousand in colour, so I could sleep in seasons under a full bloom
You grew me a garden of thorns.
I said, let’s build a castle of glass in the sky, so when the sun comes up it makes rainbows in our eyes and
You gathered stones to throw.
I begged for a view of the trees so I could see myself in better days, where I could imagine my path in different ways
You said my choice was made.
You said I was too skinny but you gave me nothing to eat.
You said I was singing out of key but you trapped me between bars.
You called me ugly bird but you drained the colour from my eyes.
You locked me in an iron cage when I asked you to let me fly.
You called me a nightingale, and asked me to sing for you,

Darling

The only song I have left in me is a requiem.

Thank you for reading.

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