Silience

Poor sweet bird 

who was captured by the cold

we are the same, she and i

both subject to our environments

both trampled by the things

we never saw

but always knew 

how is it fair that she lies 

on the pavement

frigid  

and alone

void of her 

pulse

and i am the one who survives?

 

Even when no one admits it,

the world is cruel to innocence.