Cage'd

I'd rather leave the interpretation to you!

Inside an invisible cage,

never to be set free.

A heart full of rage,

ready to plea.

 

The cage is huge, and shared with others,

most of which see it as their home,

a prison to me, but not to my brothers.

 

Blinded by their ignorance they laugh,

enjoying the cage I have grown to hate.

they make a toast on my behalf.

I shrug, and simply say it's too late.

 

Ignorance is bliss, that is their amend.

Unaware of the restrictions the cage gives.

Once you see the bars, Ignorance turns to pretend

and you wonder outside the cage, what lives?

 

Not knowing what is out there,

with only my mind to show

wishing that maybe it's fair

and perhaps, a little more slow.

 

With the help of art

I must learn to control my rage.

But know for fact, in my heart,

I will always despise the cage.

Author's Note

Not gonna say anything about this one, all to you people! and thank you for the support you've given me so far!!

UPDATE: Had a bunch of stupid spelling mistakes, GRR!! fixed now. thanks devons.

Reviews

[emmah]

your verse is a an ode - an ode to the pursuit of freedom and flight, a dedication to intolerance for cages and bars, to the celebration of uniqueness and standing out.
there are so many cutting and brilliant observations that you render in an exceptionally poetic manner that they tell the story in its completeness. the inability to stay prisoner anymore to rules or expectations; the need to break through walls that other don't seem to mind - "Blinded by their ignorance, they laugh, enjoying the cage i have grown to hate" - outstanding!
the struggle of someone who sees and feels - someone trapped in a world that chooses, more often than not, to face the other way, to exist sightlessly in silos - "ignorance is bliss, that is their amend".
whether these cages and prisons are tangible or in the mind, they bind and slight uniqueness. and the end of your verse is immensely powerful. there are many us who find release and respite, expression and outlet in our chosen art. "with the help of art I must learn to control my rage" - is an unforgettable line. it's a special and rare and beautiful verse - one that leaves an indelible impression on the reader.

[Jersey]

There's so many was to take the poem, it's hard to pick just one. Great job, you created a sort of mysterious yet straight forward piece that forces one to think about and consider so many things.

[Jessica Mai]

I like the fact that this poem has more than one meaning. My favorite stanza is the fourth one but I enjoyed the whole poem as well. Well done!

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... very sensitive ... very skillful ... potent ... profound ... poetic ... the cage could be a metaphor for any number of social restrictions that are imposed ... explicitly or otherwise ... these are my favourite lines ... i know what you mean ... experientially ... and firmly believe that writing poetry is a timeless life skill ...

With the help of art
I must learn to control my rage.

[Annette Jay Sweeney]

While it can be distracting to not know what a poem is about, I think this one works. It almost lets whoever the reader is decide what they don't like caging them. Personally, I thought of how religion dictates our society, namely with concern to homosexuality. Interesting. You have a lot of talent. Keep writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

We can be caged by many things. By education, money and disappointment. I tell anyone who will listen. Don't get lock in. World is large and so much to do and see. Most people are content with life of work, eat and sleep. We must test the world we live in when youth is our greatest strength. I like this poem. Can't allow the people blinded by lies to control our life. A excellent poem. You made me think.
Coyote

[Devons]

This is an excellent piece of work. It flows very well and it is put down very skillfully; the rhyme scheme is unshakable. The subject which the poem discusses is a psychological one: the cage is a partly self-imposed environment and partly enforced by outside agents. Neither the self nor others will often recognise this cage that their mind, soul, and perhaps even body can sense - but it is always there in some shape or form at any given time. It's a matter of perspective and it is largely intangible, like some kind of invisible force-field.
And is anyone truly free..?

"The world is your prison, about which you are free to roam at will..."

[Gandré]

First, I liked that the poem is telling me a story. I love narrative poems. The cage can be anything, often we are locked in our mind-space, which is a very small cage. being captured in a family, not having enough free zone, is another jail - cage. It is so important that we develop rituals so that the family members would not lose touch to each other. The ending is surprisingly positive and it gives outlook for better times; sometimes is good when we don't look back.