Three Line Lunch: The Fluttering Wings in My Chest

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 180

The Fluttering Wings in My Chest

Just my hobbled best I try to do in this maze of puzzles and mystery, deep comforts
And deep pain, flailing about with no compass but the whirling blue sky roof
And nothing to grasp but the fluttering wings in my chest of my own stuttering gasp.