I feel trapped like a rodent
outside the cage,
Being on the other side of the bars feels out of place.
Rob me of my freedom, shackle me in flight,
Rob me of my sense of being, greet me with a ball and chain,
And you call me vain!
You, playing the part of the sadist insane,
Getting off on using me, abusing me…
Accusing me of this and that, mostly that.
Throw me around like a rabbit you pulled out of a hat.
What is a man to do wandering around like a bat?
A broken sonar not worth a damn.
Unable to find my way, like signal smoke I begin to fade.
You’re enjoying this aren’t you?
You fulfill your fantasies through my eyes,
A masochist in disguise put me behind the iron curtain,
The cold of the steel playing tag with my heart.
I spread my wings and protrude the walls of this black hole.
Off these wings I discharge the sins,
A bittersweet dissolution, I’m granted absolution but, for what?
Your transgressions and infractions,
Your slips and falls?
How long did you plan to let me drift the halls?
You want me in the cage because it makes you feel safe,
A barrier between you and I.
Your finger on the trigger and a lunatic by your side,
Purposely serving without a purpose, a brute of your design.
My inner self long gone I refer to the paintings on the wall,
Reminding myself of the better…warmer…then…
Like a season past and memories that vanish with weather,
This schism purging the hatred that brought us together.
Abolished freedom, a faint light imprisoned forever and ever.
Now a wounded soldier I return to the rust and the cold,
I am no longer the captain of my soul,
I am and always will be, lost in the fold.
the tragic splintered fragments of the self arrange themselves in heartrending array through the dusky battlefield of your poem~ here the silent heart still screams and the rusted mind weeps~ mourning the innocence before the sound of bullets touched the sky and ripped the air to pieces like elemental pockets of pain displaced~ powerful and deeply moving writing~
the tragic splintered fragments of the self arrange themselves in heartrending array through the dusky battlefield of your poem~ here the silent heart still screams and the rusted mind weeps~ mourning the innocence before the sound of bullets touched the sky and ripped the air to pieces like elemental pockets of pain displaced~ powerful and deeply moving writing~
Oh wow...how I do love Your usage of animals..."I feel trapped like a rodent outside the cage"..very strong words...You have spilled Your soul out for us to see...given us Your pain to mellow...wonderful
The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..