Poem of the Day: Bluebird

BLUEBIRD

Paul McCartney songs flit in and out, throughout my head
I'm so tired, so tired, I feel like I'm dead
My foot feels so heavy as it presses down on the pedal
I'm just blowing off steam, like a giant tea kettle
I hear my cell ringing, like the pounding in my ears
As I speed by I see the sign for the piers
My eyes roll back and pain rakes through my body
If life or death is a chance, then I'm just a lottery
Streetlamps disappear and my body feels light
I grip on the wheel and hold on tight
I feel the car lurch as it flys over the edge
I'm happy to leave, to get over the ledge
The radio keeps blasting that one Paul McCartney song
A song titled "Bluebird" makes flying not seem so wrong
For just one moment I feel I'm finally free
This was my choice, I'm where I want to be
But in one horrible moment my freedom stops
I feel pain in my chest, as I was just shot
My eyes slowly close as I walk into darkness
I'll be glad to be gone, this bluebird will fly into
Nothingness.