Bad Karma....

Free from the usual bind
You surge as another star in that black sky
You like your wings
Feeling like a young bird
You hover on one of those
Heavenly branches
Somehow time catches up
with you
it has its own long fingers
It is squezzing your heart
For some important memories
That you have been ungrateful
In forgetting

You fall down
From such a height
Time does not kill you
You suffer

A woman watches you with so much pity
And then looks to the other side
And walks away

Her heart is bleeding
She wants your wings too
She changes her mind and walks away

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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