I looked at the sky,
wished I could fly.
but my wings broke,
its feathers dropped.

the wings were mine,
but some stranger chose to break it.
the pain was unbearable,
so was the silent moan.

i sit in my cage everyday,
looking at the sky.
its beauty tempting me to fly,
but I succumb to the ones sensed pain.

I break my beak against the cage,
tired of the lockup.
No food, no water
can satisfy this hunger and drought.