Sunday, 30 October 2016

Go away, Pigeon.

Flap flap flap.
There is a pigeon stuck in my balcony and
It won't go away.

Flap flap flp.
There is a pigeon stuck in my balcony.
It won't go away.
There is a thought in my head.
There are thoughts in my head.
They just won't go away.

Flap flap flap.
Why won't you stop?!
Why won't you go away!
I want them to stop. Sop, thoughts!
Why can't you freeze?
I find respite in musical notes.
Can they lend me a home?

Flap flap flap.
Flap flap flap.
Flap flap flap!
I feel incomplete!
What should've stayed is gone.
What should go stays.
Between each flap, I question my choices.
Every other flap gives me a different answer.
Pigeon go away!!
I cut the net for you. Fly away!
I'm pushing you out. Fly! Let me be in peace!
I've got other things to worry about.
Flap. Flap. Flap.
I can't leave.
You won't leave.
What do I do?
What would you have me do?
Flap. Flap. Flap.

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