i have clipped wings
a sealed mouth
bounded hands
and heavy feet
what am i?
a wounded bird?
a mute beggar?
a slave in chains?
a tired messenger?
maybe..
maybe not.
i am sleepless
nicotine-wrapped.
i am wandering
always wondering.
i am both full
and empty.
i am clipped-wounded
sealed-mute
bounded-slave
heavily tired...
i am a beggar
and a slave
a bird
and a messenger.
i am both pitiful
and admirable.
yet,
i am
with a purpose.
that is
to suffer
in my emptiness,
and be whole
at the same time.