Be The Yellow Poem by Lexy Sogl

You could
Be the yellow bird
That sings to me
for ever and a day
even
In my moments of immorality
Alternatively
you scurry away
burying me in a nest of wasps
They advise me
Saying

I should move on
Be my own redeemer
Nobody understands
You’re my harmony
Without you, my sunflower
All I have is my self-judgment
But apparently
This is called

Being in control
Not wanting this manage
I hurl it
In a glassy bottle
out to the defenseless sea
Carried by the waves
eternally lost
somewhere
anywhere
at the base
of the motionless
yellow sand