The Screams of Owls

Would it be vanity

to ask

if your cry into the night

is for me

Are those screams of anguish

made so that some like I

might walk a calmer path

while you, bolted down

images flashed through your mind

shatter the sky like glass

I’ll walk on the shards you cast

I’ll echo your call

and cry until my last

if only your fate

could be free

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