CAGED
Our souls were meant to be free but there are times and moments in which one feels trapped. Trapped in their bodies, Trapped in the moment, Caged in nothingness wanting to be freed. But the chains of our brain to our soul is always there keeping us confined. I hope you guys will really be able to relate to the scenario i am trying to portray in the following poem.
In the cage of muscles and bone,
A bird with the songs of blues,
Hums a blunt depressed tone,
With all the grey hues.
The vivid aplomb creature,
now lies weak and dusty,
Not one confident feature,
and her chains all rusty.
Once berserk, reaching the heights,
now broken, jilted in dark,
the dulcet chirps and ambitious flights,
Is all lost, without the spark.
Caged inside me,
lies dead beside me.
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