Caged Song Sung

it is as it is.

 

The caged bird gently weeps

As it sings of it’s captured freedom

 

Her flying carelessly has come to an end

 

Her cheery singing has become the unhappy song

Of living day to day behind thin cage bars

 

What keeps her going is the promise of the

Playful sunlight streaming through its window

And of the stars that become its friends twinkling and smiling

Upon it as they shine in the day & night sky

 

Her tiny tears go unnoticed

By all who hear her near & far

Her wings lay to her side

In a mournful state

 

She’ll never feel the wind of flight beneath her wings

Or hear the hearts sung by the others

 

She’ll sing behind her bars

For all to hear

 

For all to ignore

Her pleading song of

Wanting freedom.

Reviews

[lauren emily]

This poem is brilliant. It's very emotional and makes me wonder about my own freedom. Sometimes we are trapped, with no way to get out. Sometimes we only live for the small things that are simple and yet very dear as you have said:
"What keeps her going is the promise of the
Playful sunlight streaming through its window
And of the stars that become its friends twinkling and smiling
Upon it as they shine in the day & night sky"

This is very well written..keep up the great work!
~Lauren