Caged

Caged

A Poem by SilentLullabies

I am a caged bird with a broken wing.
Even if I were to escape, where would I go?

I can not fly, and so I do not sing.
There is nothing to sing of in a prison.

Whenever my master walks by, I chirp softly.
But I go unnoticed, uncared for.

There is no one to love me
and no one for me to love.

I am nothing but a pretty prize.
Something to own.

© 2010 SilentLullabies


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i love your use as a bird as a metaphor in its subliminal sense, and yet even though it is commonly used, you made it work very nicely!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very sad and tragic.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I never understood the whole caged bird as a pet thing nor the fish stuck in a tiny tank pet theme. I would want to commit suicide if I had to live in such a confined space all the time forever until death. It is torture to me, but for some it is a pet yet we would never treat a dog that way.

Posted 14 Years Ago


It's so sad how alot of people feel just as your poem described! Good imagery!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Sad, I can feel the pain and despair! EXCELLENT!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


What a wakeup call to us all.
Your work touched me.

Posted 14 Years Ago


you are not a bird with a broken wing, you are a beautiful caterpllar struggling intently to release herself. Fly Butterfly Girl Fly.... Love the original "Butterfly Girl' read my poem I am Butterfly Girl..

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is a good poem. Very emotional

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is such a sad state. You have caught the emotions very well here.

Posted 14 Years Ago


it's quite difficult to express the feeling of being caged - but you do that very well here. the idea of a "pretty prize" from the last couplet is very plastic.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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