captivity
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Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.
A bird who loves his cage and his view of the tree
Is still a bird in captivity
The loveliest of cells still has the power to derange
I wanted so desperately to be free
The tempting breezes to leave me be
Dearest Captivity,
What is about you that is so enrapturing?
Is it the sparks? The flames? The way you blaze?
Are you a reminder?
Or perhaps...
You
Are the hope around my neck.
The pendant on my chest rests on the
Padlock to my blood that Stained
all over the dress you stressed to see me-
Peace I find in thee. Your constant is my rock,
Your selfless thoughts: I stand in awe.
Within you I am free. Not confined in prison block;
But rather safe within your law.
Spoken words
At times they are futile
Feeble
Unable to express our thoughts
Our hurts
Our confusion
Our deepest secrets.
And so there they lie, trapped inside
No way of escape
Blackens my soul and decays my image this thought I carry weighs my mind down repeatedly throughout my days. Nothing that has been forced upon me to carry upon my body, yet something I myself drilled inside me and struggle with by choice.
Caged and helpless
Desperate and Alone
Confused and senseless
Wishing to go home
In a dark room
All filled with the wild
Everything filled with gloom
Scared like a child
