Home of The Miscreant and the Marsden Park Series
Legs in the air and feathers askew,
That’s what I see as I look at you.
Left on the pavement to rot all alone,
Departed to heaven, your soul has flown.
The ants have eaten and the beetles have too,
Your death has brought life to more than a few.
For life does go on in this world we call home,
The death of one means another may roam.
Poor little bird, why did you die?
Were you struck down as you tried to fly?
Your life was snatched so cruelly away,
Now your body remains to slowly decay.
Your bones will be scattered by cats in the night,
The wind will blow, make your feathers take flight.
Soon nothings left but a memory so sad,
Makes me wonder, is death really so bad?
Nobody misses the poor little bird,
Its passing has gone greatly unheard.
There is but one who’s shedding a tear,
And it rolls down my cheek, raising my fear.
Will I be forgotten when I die,
And will my memory fade into a lie.
Do we really go to heaven or hell,
Or just fall forever through a bottomless well.
I’ve come to learn from my poor feathered friend,
That one day our lives must come to an end.
No more suffering or physical pain,
For surely life is no more than a game.
Whether I win or whether I lose,
It all depends on the path I choose.
To win means I live for another day,
If I lose my soul gets buried away.
A storm is brewing on the edge of town,
Even from here I can feel you’re so down,
Like the clouds in the sky so full of rain
I know that you are eternally in pain.
I can’t express these words that I think,
I want to write but my pen has no ink.
I want to make all your problems ok,
But I still feel that you’re drifting away.
You opened my eyes to a place I suppressed,
The spot in my head that’s scattered and messed.
I understand all this pain that you feel,
It’s part of our lives, it’s so very real.
I know no words will bring any cheer,
I hope it helps just having me here.
To comfort you is what I’m here to do,
There’s unlimited space in my heart for you.
If only you could see yourself through my eyes,
Perhaps I could put an end to your cries.
But your scars of hatred within are so deep,
Will you continue forever to weep?
The thunder and lightning are ruling the sky,
Please, of please, I don’t want you to die.
Am I so selfish, keeping you here,
Did you even know that I hold you so dear?
The storm finally breaks and the clouds blow away,
You’ve done so well to survive this day.
But next time you feel that your soul must bleed,
I’ll be the guardian angel you need.
If you need a friend and are feeling alone,
Want to cut deep, right to the bone.
Put it away, it doesn’t have to be,
I’ll be there, just come to me.
Perhaps you’re feeling like a worthless flea,
Like your life has no meaning, you’ve no place to be.
There is one angel who will always be there,
Don’t give up, I really do care.
Home life is crazy and you just want to die,
Day by day, you break down and cry.
Blow your nose and dry your tears,
Just come to me, I’ll ease your fears.
Nothing in life is going to plan,
Feel like a failure, a lesser man.
Do not despair, that isn’t true,
I’ll be there to comfort you.
I’ll be an angel and watch over you,
Cheer you on with whatever you do.
You are amazing, can you not see,
Just how much your friendship means to me.
All poetry is (C) Amy-Alex Campbell.