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Sep 2012
You put me in a cage

You locked me away

You cut my wings

So I couldn’t fly



You put me by the window

So I could see everything

I had left behind.



You thought you could own me.

You thought you could cage my spirit

But soon it started to fade.

I stopped fighting my gilded bars



I stopped looking longingly

At the world I had left behind

The bright blue sky with the

Clouds that lazily swam across it.



The sun that rose, lighting everything

With it’s golden haze. And it’s nightly

Companion that would light the

World in its ghostly sheen.



The way I could fly all night with the pale

Light glittering off my jet black wings

The feel of air underneath my wings

Used to make me ruffle my feathers



My soul welling up with past excitement

Seeing everything from so high up

Dwarfing the world that always

Threatened to swallow me up.



But now you have gobbled me up

Taken me from my home and locked

Me here in this gilded cage. You claim

It’s to protect me, give me a longer life



But it’s for your own selfish desires

You want me as a trophy, but I feel

My spirit writhing away inside of me



And soon I’ll only be a husk

Of what I once was

You have killed

My spirit and my life



And I will become like my

Gilded cage. Beautiful on

The outside but once the

Surface is gone, nothing but

Coal remains.
Written by
Sam Mossman
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