The Cage
My life is a caged bird
And I’m bound in ropes
With arsenic rainstorms
Drowning my hopes
My life is a mousetrap
And I am the mouse
With cats always scratching
The door of my house
My life is a labyrinth
Tainted with moss
In sharp, jagged pathways
I always get lost
Each day brings new anger
Each night brings new rage
If life is a caged bird
Then I am the cage.
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Well Done
Another good piece of poetry. I look foward to seeing more of your work. Thanks
Deborah
Nice Write
Nice piece of writing, it made a good read.
keep it up.