Bird Cage

the title states all

Living my days in a cage

Waiting for the sun to rise

But daylight never came

The black iron rust faded my sight

A bird who always sang

Now cracks at the highest note

Feathers dully rusted coal

Tears fading under the fires crackle

THE BIRD IS NOW DEAD

But like a falling tree......

Was never heard...

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Only replaced by another

Such is the life of a caged bird 

Such is the life of me.....

Author's Note

anything goes