#birdcage
"Please... Help me escape this reality and take me away;
So far away, send me to the world of fantasy. "
"Give me a door to the world of illusion, please..."
"Send me there, in hopes that I find something that could fill that dissatisfied void inside of me,"
I'm such a coward. Who knew I had such feeble feelings?
Things like this aren't so necessary, right;?
Daydreaming is all I had;
And there's something I wanted to reach so bad.
I clutch onto the bars that keep me isolated. I see that ray of light;
it was merely inches away, yet it feels like miles apart from me.
Should I go and grasp for it?
Escape this prison of my mind and live in a life full of satisfaction?
Or will this thinking even get me far?
What if I failed?
Who will come to my rescue?
Who will save me from drowning in an ocean with no water as air stopped flowing down my lungs?
Can this heaviness be lifted?
This void within my chest?
If I was set free, who will accompany me in a vast world like this?
With this coop of thought that I have;
I'm no better than that person who was in a room with no doors, just four corners.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:22 PM UTC
The door to freedom opened,
Yet there he still remained,
For the will to fly has atrophied,
And the bird is finally caged.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
Up in windows
Sways a birdcage
with a tweety-bird
singing to the cat so far below
with it's taunting song
it sings a song of tease
as the cat chirps back
claiming it's treat
The bird so high and mighty
does not consider the cat
to be more than a worm
but the cat
just sees a snake that can fly
a meal for the mites
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
In my chest there is a bird
Who's fluttering spurs all my words
A muffled song her sorrows sing
In ribcage trapped a fragile thing
My body is a birdcage
And butterflies, those wicked things
They dart around on razor wings
My insides now all ribbons be
My body is a birdcage
Translucent skin on hallow bones
And as time goes emptiness grows
A song once sung now no one knows
My body is a birdcage
Now windswept ribs begin to bleach
Sandshifted joints begin to preach
The heavens high a bird does reach
From what was once a birdcage
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
You can't forever be as free as a bird because there is always a cage waiting for you.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC