Cast into shadow
by the glaring of the limelight.
Burnt by the sun, she fell
her feathers on fire.
Hidden in darkness,
I found the Child.
Crouched and crying,
I found the Child.
Fallen from grace,
a miserable thing.
An inhuman monstrosity,
A horrid little tragedy.
Trapped and destitute,
I found the Child.
Crouched and dieing,
I found the Child.
How long it's been since
she's gone unseen.
It's been too long
since I've looked for me.
In the silence,
I found the Child.
Quieted,
I found the Child.
Wow. That's a really good poem Atlas.
Thank you. I have a hard time sharing my writing. It means a lot to me that you said somthing.
That's a beautiful poem. Thank you Atlas