Self-Made Cage

Muse of Calliope

It's overwhelming;

walls press in;

never again

will i fly

with wings of light

across moonlit sky

in the dead of night,

I'm caged in-

never again.

.....

For my soul is confined

to this self-made cage,

A bird that never sees the skies;

A flower that never sees the sun;

A thousand stifled cries.

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sorenbarrett December 11th, 2025 07:49
Such feelings of claustrophobia in this poem feeling restrained and confined the world and minds imprisonment. Well done

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