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Cyndol Claycamp Junior Member
since 2000-05-17
Posts 12 |
Title: Cages I never used to ask where to go what to do. It just came natural wake up, go to school tennis do home work then dinner and bed. Then one day you walked in with the key to my cage. You opened me up and showed me I could do anything. Then you left me but I am still free and can see all those in cages now. All my peers but the leaders have thrown their keys out of reach so they can not unlock themselves. I feel I breathe I bleed I hurt. I do all these as others do. But so different am I . I am not a stranger to any. I feel most from being alone. All the different I am is in one word but means many. Freedom to be able to do anything and feel and think what I want. But I still can’t do everything for I can’t fit in with all. But there is a price for everything for those I am different from lock themselves in a cage unable to do everything they wish But I do not stay with them for I march on my own path alone and afraid While hearing words that bring pain to me from those behind because of their envy. But I will show no fear as I walk a head though no one walks with me. |
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Brian McKeon Junior Member
since 2000-04-20
Posts 14Rochester, NY USA |
I've written about this type of feeling before. It's like when Val Kilmer jumps up on the car in Oliver Stone's movie "The Doors" and he proclaims that the regular people of the world were "sheep" and that they weren't "truly alive." It's funny, but in a way, everyone thinks they're more aware of this life than everyone else. Good poem. "I've run with every setting sun and oft exposed my bowels, and soared with every eagle, that hooted with the owls." |
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