Kept

Sat, 12/01/2012 - 02:22 -- eel

Location

55404
United States
44° 57' 37.98" N, 93° 15' 42.0192" W

these five cold walls
construct a tiny room
with a metal-barred door
to keep me here.

this place has been
my home for quite
some time now

and i grow old
and weary in waiting.

faces often come and go.
peering in with
vague, diminishing curiosity,
bright-eyed and eager
to know what this
cage contains.

they visit
briefly giving me their
love and affection.

and my heart flutters
with hope of a home
to belong to,
and others
to love and be loved by.

but i do not hold their interest long.
for i grow old
and wearing in waiting.

and their attention
quickly dwindles.

my heart aches
when i see them go,
and i am left here.
alone.

it is not my will
to be kept here
but here I will
be kept until
someone wishes
to keep me.

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Comments

marie

This is beautiful. Your stanza "faces often come and go./peering in with/vague, diminishing curiosity,/bright-eyed and eager/to know what this/cage contains" is truly haunting. It would be great to see you write a poem that focused on little interactions such as this one, paying particular attention to the parts of a face, for example.

Amazing job.

NRose

Great poem! I wrote one kinda like this but it was instead from the perspective of an animal in a slaughter house. You should check it out!

NRose

Great poem! I wrote one kinda like this but it was instead from the perspective of an animal in a slaughter house. You should check it out!

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