"flight" by Ross Balcom, Frequent Contributor

flight

locked

in the tower

a prisoner

of heights forlorn

your spells

useless

your magic 

dead

your dreams

of flight

futile,

futile 

birds painted

on the walls

of Never

--Ross Balcom

Poet's Notes: I wrote this poem after perusing a book of bird paintings. There is nothing worse than being imprisoned, literally or figuratively. If necessary, kill to be free.