The bird

I saw a bird last night.

just outside my room.

I think it was hurt or something.

It couldn't fly.

no matter how hard it try.

i wished i could help.

but i did nothing but cry.

just standing there looking.

waiting for time to consume it.

waiting for it to die.

it's really sad to see a creature die slowly.

what have it done wrong to deserve such pain and punishment?

poor little bird.

no matter where you are.

R.I.P

the rain taps on my window-pain

is the sky crying for you little bird?

or is it sad because i am useless,

did nothing to help you.

he said" he'd help the bird if he were here."

i know he will.

I am sorry.

so sorry.

that i did nothing but cry.

-short life of a little bird-