In My Own Personal Cage....

How I felt, not so long ago....

The months pass by

While I perch here

Looking out upon the world

Moving on without me in it.

In my own personal cage

I wonder if anyone misses me

Out there,

Outside outside my closed windows.

The people pass by

Angry,

Happy,

Depressed.

I just continue to sit here,

Not able to find my way out of this prison 

In here

There is no night

No day.

No summer

No winter.

No pain

No pleasure.

Just…

Nothing.

Author's Note

hm...

Reviews

[Falling Leaf.]

I believe everyone is a beat off from everyone else. We're all in chaos, but it's a beautiful chaos. Don't fret, Amanda. You will find your rhythm soon enough.


Happy writing,
Savannah

[Amanda J. S.]

Thank you :-)

[Falling Leaf.]

Most welcome

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Dark, brooding and contemplative... I assume the pose of The Thinker and "perch" beside you. We are birds on a wire, waiting to drop to the ground where (as I have mentioned elsewhere) only a few will weep.

[Amanda J. S.]

Nice way to see it :-)

[~]

If you have lived it, you know the meaning. I have, so I do. Very accurate ode to numbness and isolation. Nice work.

[Amanda J. S.]

Thank you :-)

[de_maruf]

just nothing?

[Amanda J. S.]

nope... that was how I felt once... hope that will never happen again ^^

[de_maruf]

i think so
that will be better

[Amanda J. S.]

Yeah.. :-)