Caged

Hello everyone!ย I hope you all are having a great week start ๐Ÿ™‚

Last week I had a lot of things going on and as a result I had to abandon most of my reads and my 3 blog posts. My mother stayed with me for almost a week and we had quite a lot of fun this time playing cards (rummy and bridge.) But as always whenever I spend more than 3 days with my mother, my brain starts to get flooded with loads of depressing poems. I know it’s weird but my mom has that kind of effect on me. As I’m no poet, getting a ready poemin my mind is always good!

This is my second attempt at “poem” (the first one was My Father.) While reading please remember that I’m not a poet and neither do I know anything about it’s devises, etc. So if you see any mistakes or you feel that it’s a bit incomplete then please ignore.

Caged

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I’m a bird and I live in this cage

I don’t know why they never let me out

ย I have no more desire to be free,

for I have noย feathers left that will take me away.

I bit all my feathers and slashed and tore them out

For I have nothing else to do in thisย prison of mine

And only anger, and fear and endless fearful bouts

They come toย feed me

and then they watch me eat

like it is really amusing

They get happy when I sing

like I am a good singer

They have a name for me

they take ย good care of me

But if they love me so

then why do they keep me locked inside?

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I’ve never been free

but I know it in my heart,

that the moment I will fly

I will be able to touch the sky.

What it is like to spread thy wings and fly

I donโ€™t know, because never ever did I try

for they keep me locked up inside

and now I have no feathers left.

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You keep me caged

like you are the God,

who will decide my fate.

What fun is this that you get,

seeing me tear up my feathers in frustration?

What fun is this that you get,

seeing me cry my heart out?

What fun is this that you get,

seeing me so helpless and weak?

ย I canโ€™t understand the definition of your fun

for I can never hurt anyone the way you do.

How can you be happy in someone elseโ€™s sorrow?

Seeing you, I feel like there is no better tomorrow.

I cry, I yell and sit here in complete harrow…

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