Caged.
It is all I can describe it.
This, is what I carry on my back
everyday.
This, is what I feel,
deep down inside.
Confined
in a gray box, trying,
to one day get out.
To be free. To roam
the wilderness of this world.
And when I am free to do so,
I take this privilege for granted.
All I seem to do is mess up.
To bring disappointment.
To bring scorn.
When I do so.
This privilege slips away from
my fingertips
It is taken back, revoked.
And once more, I feel like
I am
C a g e d.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Caged.
It is all I can describe it.
This, is what I carry on my back
everyday.
This, is what I feel,
deep down inside.
Confined
in a gray box, trying,
to one day get out.
To be free. To roam
the wilderness of this world.
And when I am free to do so,
I take this privilege for granted.
All I seem to do is mess up.
To bring disappointment.
To bring scorn.
When I do so.
This privilege slips away from
my fingertips
It is taken back, revoked.
And once more, I feel like
I am
C a g e d.
Yes. I just had another restriction placed upon me. And it is as if I can't do anything anymore. But alas, I should wait until these restrictions are lifted again.
woah guys this is my 30th poem ha!
Thanks to all the people who faved, commented and followed through the weeks/months that I been here in HP! You guys make writing poems even more enjoying! :)
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