Prisoners

A bird is in a cage inside my living room.
It cannot fly. It cannot fully spread its
Wings. I watch it spring from perch to
Perch. I hear its dreadful screeching
Cries. I also hear how you are doing,
How you've learned to get along by
Selling swells your potent charms,
But briefly. You go perch to perch,
And I am here, where you are not,
With naught to do but watch this
Bird, and tell myself that it is not
The only one who's caged.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-08-01 at 01:21

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