Open Poetry #46 |
Rodent To Brid |
tattooedsweetheart07 Member
since 2010-07-11
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I’m stuck in a cage And I can’t seem to find the way out…. I sleep on a bed I made out of these sharp pointy things You call them wood chips…. But I call them thorns….. I drink water from a bottle, But yet I think it’s poisoned… And I eat my food from the dish you set in front of me, And I still try to find my way out….. Still stuck in this cage, Hoping to find to set myself free… I run in my wheel like I have no where to go Faster and faster I run trying to find a way to get out…. Yet I still can’t seem to find one So I go lay on my bed of thorns to think….. I sit and wonder why I look so funny Now I realize that I’m not what you say I am…. So I wait patiently and tranquil Till you open the cage… I wait for the perfect moment And then I fly out with my beautiful and graceful wings…. Because I wasn’t a rodent stuck in a cage like you said I was I was really a graceful bird that just had to realize that you had me under your spell… Now I fly free and high though the sky Reaching for everything I dreamed I could… And ever looking back Because I can do whatever I want… As long as I remember I’m whatever I want to be! |
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Ringo
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very descriptive... I was almost in that cage with it.. great job Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE |
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tattooedsweetheart07 Member
since 2010-07-11
Posts 86Pa |
Thanks Brad... **Hugs** |
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