This is a poem I wrote, I've also posted it somewhere else. It's called "Nightingale and Foxglove."
I listen to the objects thrown
As I perch with an injured wing
I am here all alone
With a voice that cannot sing
I feel my heart beat faster
I just want to fly
As I hear glass shatter
I used to fly oh so high
Their actions have filled me with anger
I am locked in a cage of sparkling gold
They’ve locked me in this chamber
I hope you understand why I feel so cold
For I am a Nightingale
With a voice so beautiful and free
Yet I have never told my tale
Because a couple has encaged me
I was born being able to sing
And everything felt right
And I used to have a beautiful wing
Now I watch the couple fight
I can scream and shout inside my head
But my words will never be spoken
I will never voice my dread
I will stay here with my wing broken
For I am a Nightingale afraid of love
I have watched the couple fight time and time again
I find myself gazing at the Foxglove
This is an endless purgatory to which I have been condemned
In love there is fighting
In freedom there is loss
In love there is no providing
In freedom there is little to come across
I am a Nightingale
Who will not sing for a mate
Just now I am telling my tale
I have chosen to retaliate
I am a victim of unredeemable love
I was a gift to make up for a fight
I have learned that love is like foxglove
It has a beauty that can cause fright
I’ve given up
There is no joy left in me
This couple has made my mind corrupt
They won’t let me free
I am a Nightingale whose survival is uncertain
I have eaten Foxglove because I’m tired of this cage
I’ve been on quite the excursion
And now I here I am full of disappearing rage
I feel calm and very serene
There is a small chance I’ll survive
I’m tired of being a figurine
I will never be revived
My fate is unknown
Will I die or be saved?
I lay at the bottom of my cage and moan
It is this loveless marriage to which I’ve been enslaved
For I am a caged and corrupted Nightingale
Who has poisoned myself with foxglove
My broken wing still has its beautiful details
All because I am a victim of unredeemable love
