Bound

How I feel at times

Trapped in this life,

Full of grief and strife.

Longing to get out,

and see what's about.

Feeling rooted, like a tree,

Never knowing what could be.

Envious of birds flying high,

Traveling in that azure sky.

No words can I find,

To explain my mind.

A slow decent into hell,

This life, My JAIL.

 

Reviews

[The Elder]

Nicely done. Emotional but smoothly presented.
Nice rhyme and flow.
I enjoyed this piece.