Flying Blind Poem by Patrick Szwaja

Flying Blind



I am a lone crow, lost in stormy skies

Surrounded by that which I wish I could be.

But is it such a sin, that even in failing I try,

I’m sure you’d understand, if you were me.

Such grace and beauty, I falter for no reason.

Your qualities, I wish for, to be mine,

Talentless, a bird out of its own season,

I fumble along, I simply fly on blind.

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