broken wings

Godefridus Niemans

Broken wings

A beautiful bird you were, dressed in colors that are rare to find.
But every time you looked up in the sky
it was only jealousy that filled your mind
Whatever you tried with your funny flutter,
Apparently your wings were not made to fly

One day you decided, to take them off, wearing them was not of any use.

Bells are ringing, time is up and you are ready to carry out your hazardous plan
You looked for the right position, waited for your final chance to leave this world without excuse
With restrained breath you jumped forward for take off
Deafening the horn blows in the dark, brakes are grinding and the abrasive steel spits a thousand sparks. Tons of power desperately reduce speed, move squeaky to standstill.
An unbearable silence fills the night
Brave railway men are looking for a spilled life between steal and sleeper
but could only find two broken wings.

A desperate bird made his paradise flight