No wings, unable to fly

sparrow runs through country side

winding roads going no where

full of pungent rose filled air


memories escape rapid out through

a mind gone dormant with no clue

sparrow’s wings once soared

past mountains of vast galore


words clipped colorful feathers

allowing them to grow again never

grimy strong sticky tar

those hateful words are never far


sparrow tries to flap wingless arms

the wings, her feathers kept her from harm

instead she curls next to the road

and waits for her little heart to explode.


Published by

Whendy Schmidt

Writing has been a passion of mine since my fifth grade teacher, Mr. Grauff, talked me into entering a writing competition. Even though I did not place in the competition, I found an outlet I loved.

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