Tonight a mournful weep
From distant flailing heart
A bird within his keep
Lyrical hymn of harp,
"Set me free, friend,
from this wired wall,
To me be, lend
Heed to my call."
Caged dissonance begs retreat
From this his winged requiem,
To pique my own hidden bleat
In refrain, again, again.
Oh that warbling mystery,
Serenades of misery,
Some day lock key me to stray,
Release this caged bird of pray.
Augustus / Folsom / October 2016
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written in the 80\'s Though I had feelings for the caged bird I was actually frustrated with my job and needed to leave which I eventually did.
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This is beautiful
This is a coincidence. I just left a similar message on a poem you wrote. Thanks.
Great job. And, the way one can feel going to the same bad job everyday and not doing anything to make it better. I am glad that you did leave. There is always something better in store.
I actually went back to school and changed careers. Thanks.
very well written
Thank you very kindly.
Beautiful write
Oh Gee wiz. Thanks.
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