Caged

Caged

A Poem by Scott Lee

Pacing behind steel bars
  You look through me with no fear
 
unsettled     caged      certain of nothing
 
breathing hard   nostrils flared   wild eyed    and    teeth   bared
 
You look to me to set YOU Free
 
Your eyes speak volumes and write me long letters to my dreams
 
pleading for release   
 
begging for Golden Key.
 
Your dreams race through jungles and meadows
 
grazing grasses and brushing through wild flowers
 
and
 
it is so unfair You have left this up to me
 
Who am I   Who am I  
 
Who am I to be the one to express Your need?
 
Creature of the heavens
 
Animal runner leaping from tall tree to tall tree
 
fear-less of death and judgment
 
persecuted for indifference.
 
Your unbreakable courage will always inspire me
when I am down, burning in low valleys
my hand reaching for Golden Key
 
my heart bombarded with retribution's scream
my soul smeared throughout fallen worlds-
 
Caged  unsettled    certain of nothing
 
breathing hard   nostrils flared  wild eyed   and teeth bared
pacing behind steel bars  ready to break
 
in the end You will be the One to set Me Free.
 
    YOUR GROWLING AND SNARLS HITTING HARD MY HEART
 
Your Rampage smashing through the trees,      furious and misunderstood
 
Your thoughts running wild, reaching for impossible stars
 
Your claws dig deep and now I bare your signature as my scars, marked for life
 
I have left a bloody trail for you to follow
 
Follow me now and Devour it all
Who am I to care?
 
I will be the One breathing hard writing long letters for Your Screams
I require no sympathy
I expect no mercy
I will accept your teeth
I will climb this tree
 
and
 
when I reach the top I will exchange these scars for stars
and finally be released........weightless     settled    free    home    and certain of Everything.

© 2012 Scott Lee


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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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