The unchanging sky, a home as it flies <br />Wings of time, heavy with raindrops, <br />free of troubles, so they say, <br />full of content, so they say. <br />Eyes, folding, set straight, a stare. <br />They, the others pass by the face, <br />a glare. <br />Set permanently there, unchanging, never-ending eyelids, <br />heavy with sadness, droop so low. <br />Drum-beats of the hear, silent, inconspicuous ears throbbing, <br />Woe, its prolonged existence. <br />Release from the never-ending grasp of the sky, <br />release from the chains of life, an airplane, <br />wished the aging bird once more, <br />To knock it down, and let it go.<br /><br />Hidden Red<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unchanging-neverending/
