Ever since I was little
My souls been screaming inside
Longing to be a part of
This world that I hide.
I bent my head and tried
To find a like minded hive
So I could really be
A working little bee.
I followed all the rules
And fluffed my feathers high
To be like all the birds
And mating on the fly.
But I’ve never had a set of wings,
Feathered or iridescent.
My feet have been rooted in
And networked into the ground.
For I am not a bee
Not a bird it would seem.
I am but a lonely tree
Reaching in each direction
Longing for some kind of connection.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I’m still just finding my voice and coming to believe that I can do this again. I like writing poetry and darker fiction. As well as some fan fictions!
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