See in my face the power of love?
No, this is more like the sense of rage.
It moves me like a dove,
Only shut in a cage.
The dove wants to fly and get away,
As I do, but can’t find the way.
There are metal bars around me,
And barbed wire in the gaps,
There’s no way as far as I can see,
If I shake it, it won’t crack.
I’m stuck inside this cage.
I have white skin,
And I am fragile.
My bodies thin,
I’m not so agile.
I have he tendencies of a fag,
I keep people happy for a while,
Like a present in a bag.
I’ve never felt so vile.
It’s been sometime since I’ve felt this bad,
Was I really happy then,
Or was I just so sad?
I will be normal to them.
Life carries on (cutting in and out),
I will never have any fame,
I will never know what my parts about,
Because in my eyes, life’s a game.
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LittlePea (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this in darker times, years ago.
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"darker times, years ago" - so why dwell on it?
Not dwelling, just finally found somewhere comfortable to share my poetry that I wrote during a dark time 🙂
Got it. You have plenty of support below, so you are in safe hands. 'see you later.....
Nice to see that you have moved on Pea. Great write. ; )
Thank you 😊
Coolio. We all nees to express our shadows every now and again
Funnily enough I have my poems written in a slate covered book, which is called “Book of Shadows”
Oooo you witchy you!
I'm glad to read these times are behind you. Your piece speaks of the lonliness of entrapment where you only dare tell your pen.
Thank you 😊
Those darker times are no behind you come and sail into the light with us all.
Andy
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