The Eagle flies in utter solitude
Above the dark clouds
Contemplates the rain
That dampens his tired wings
He longs for his nest
And his childhood memories
Fire burns in his wounded heart
Mixed with the red rain
flowing like a flood
He was promised the world
But ended up disaffected
Remembers spilled blood
And mayhem
Screams in excruciating pain
Echoes of his cries die unheard
The eagle is staring
Through the bars of despair
To the bright constellations
The stars die swiftly
If unexplored
Max O'Reilly
