Caged.
Caged bird is restless
Plucks at feathers
Bleeding red breast.
Pain opens old scars,
Cruel those bars,
Blocking the stars.
Captives remember
Sky without end
And air's clear scent.
Unfeeling humans
Keep you unhappy
In metal bands.
I know why you sing,
Caged and clinging,
To unseen things.
You yearn to be free.
Look caged bird, see
I have the key.
Wing then to liberty.
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: October 9th, 2018 04:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
- Users favorite of this poem: Lauraš»
Comments5
They should never be caged - fine work Fay.
A fine write Fay.
My Dear Poetess Fay,
My first read of this exceptional poem reminded me of Maya Angelouās āI Know Why The Caged Bird Singsā- - -metaphorically comparable!
~Laura~
Bravo! Fay
Super write once again Fay.
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