Reverie

Sew strong wings into my shoulder blades.

The needle's pain would be well worth it
To rise at the eagle's pace
And to allow whipping wind - my bones to lace.

Break the windows! Let me out!
Every muscle pulses in prolonged desire
To escape the ones who feed to devour
And to free my cluttered ears from their roars and shouts.

I need shelter from angry hands,
And warmth to clothe my crawling skin.
You fancied, perhaps, Valor's chance,
Victory's satisfaction and Freedom's breath.

There's nothing here left to reminisce,
Instead an expected end to attain.
Soar with my out of this gnawing abyss
My strong owl and loyal friend.