Plain Poetry #1 : "How I feel"

MEL

I hear a dirge of birds
Sweeping down like windstorms
raising doubts and dust
as it whoosh along.

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Can feel depths of dissatisfaction
Hanging loosely on every note
Dropping to a descendo
itching my ears
piercing my spines
with the sweet pain that tags along
when one swallows a honey bee
and get stung in the stomach.

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But vultures don't sing
How then doth this graveyard exude such sweet sadness
So much it satisfies my soul with extreme intensity?
So much I feel I've found home
in a city of dry bones?

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I know why melancholy
And I are a synonym
"If you cut your chains, you free yourself.
If you cut your roots, you die."
I did both and I know not from whence I come,
Where I am,
And where I planned to go.

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Thank you for reading.