Unease


Unease

Like a bird

Trapped in a winter storm

Struggling

With every desperate sweep

Of its fragile wings

To out fly

The icy breeze

My heart

This cold and anxious morn

Labours

With every desperate beat

Of its fragile wings

To outfly

My great unease

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

Image courtesy of http://cdn.attackofthecute.com/April-03-2012-23-31-41-tumblrm14dsohSD91qa9omho1500.jpg

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