Caged

I am caged.

The edge of my bed

Holds me hostage,

The walls of my room

Glare if I dare to peer

Through the doorway.

The road limits the places

I may go, and the

City limit markers refuse

To let me pass.

The farewell signs of this

Place do not allow me

To wave goodbye or

Bid farewell;

Their grip only tightens

As I try to escape.

The rivers and lakes

Reject my respectful nods;

They will not permit

A simple gesture of homage.

 

I am caged.

Like a bird, I may

Sing, but who may

Hear my song,

Who can hear

My cries?

My lungs may burst

From my efforts,

But the song will

Never be heard,

The bird will

Never be free.

Only in the imaginings

Of the simple creature

May it ever hope to

Escape,

To be

Free.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s