Threshold density
By Breeze on
Free bird without wings
Out sigh the foggy embers of the glass,
as shakes the wheels of the train,
the train surpassing the rain of my window
that fled away with the thoughts, again.
‘I am a free bird’ echoes the clouds
clouds fluttering the curtains of my eyes
‘but without wings, right?’
whispers the pages of my past life.
Pushing me off from the threshold destiny is now,
finally, I am ready to fly high,
but, the sky is not of my choice,
thunders and bolt flashing with the tides.
Excavate out the alveoli,
what is the use of increased surface area?
If my breathing can’t even reach the heart,
to oxygenate the bones of aviation