G - Dark

The dark birds land on the roof
I can hear their legs tapping against the glass ceiling
As I look up
they watch me from above
and I feel their darkness inside me
So much turmoil
I have burnt my soul
as I stood too close to the fire you held out
And I stand back now
thinking of birds and you
as they take off and soar into the sky
Off to their nests
their homes
their comfort zones
While I wait like prey
longing to be preyed upon again
Wanting to be snatched into someones arms and held
A moment of sympathy over a lifetime of pain.