Because I was at work and because I was at a party, and becuase I was drunk and tired when I got home I didn't do a poem yesterday. That means this is the second one today! Woo, go me! My word is "Flight".
Flight for flightless birds I wish
could take to skies in herds to fish
for dreams to feed their hearts with hope
enough to bring the world awake, to stir you from your coma.
Elimy's word is COMA. Yes I know, this poem is more like five lines squashed into four, but whatever.