I am caged.
The edge of my bed
Holds me hostage,
The walls of my room
Glare if I dare to peer
Through the doorway.
The road limits the places
I may go, and the
City limit markers refuse
To let me pass.
The farewell signs of this
Place do not allow me
To wave goodbye or
Bid farewell;
Their grip only tightens
As I try to escape.
The rivers and lakes
Reject my respectful nods;
They will not permit
A simple gesture of homage.
I am caged.
Like a bird, I may
Sing, but who may
Hear my song,
Who can hear
My cries?
My lungs may burst
From my efforts,
But the song will
Never be heard,
The bird will
Never be free.
Only in the imaginings
Of the simple creature
May it ever hope to
Escape,
To be
Free.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC
I am caged.
The edge of my bed
Holds me hostage,
The walls of my room
Glare if I dare to peer
Through the doorway.
The road limits the places
I may go, and the
City limit markers refuse
To let me pass.
The farewell signs of this
Place do not allow me
To wave goodbye or
Bid farewell;
Their grip only tightens
As I try to escape.
The rivers and lakes
Reject my respectful nods;
They will not permit
A simple gesture of homage.
I am caged.
Like a bird, I may
Sing, but who may
Hear my song,
Who can hear
My cries?
My lungs may burst
From my efforts,
But the song will
Never be heard,
The bird will
Never be free.
Only in the imaginings
Of the simple creature
May it ever hope to
Escape,
To be
Free.
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