Shoot me down, little ol’ bird
My eyes are too weary for the wear
This strange sentiment,
Of this bitter cold
Has numbed me into temptation
What is a life without love?
What is love without hate?
I have become desperate,
Hanging by the tips of my fingers
I don’t think I can take this,
Catch the rain drops in your mouth
You can sing me a symphony,
But please take away the sym.
Shoot me down, little ol’ bird
My lips won’t let me speak
Perhaps I could lay awhile,
In the sound of your silence?
What is it you’re thinking?
Shall I never know?
Your footsteps linger in every room
Mocking my every breath
Oh shadows, why do you disgrace me so?
Shoot me down, little ol’ bird
We all know I’m done for.
Letters from paper 
beautiful expression …sad, well done anger.
So full of weary, defeated emotions…so representative of love winding down. Well-expressed.
Rosie
I like the imagery you used to give the poem it’s weary, stretched feeling.
I like it! You’ve captured the feelings and capped them with “I’m done for!” Nice one!
Excellent you have really captured that sense of defeat and emotional exhaustion
what an intense communication of how one feels when we allow futility to enter our energy in a relationship. Very well expressed in poetry!
You have captured the weariness rather well with your words.
Great expression of being at the end of your rope. Though sad this piece has a ironic humor and I’m left with images of tweety bird holding a shotgun. Made me smile despite the topic.