My Cage

November 25, 2008
By Jade Funk, Mason City, IA

Bitter heart meets bitter skies
raindrops falling
all words lies
it's too much to ask for people to see
the pain I feel when I'm not free.

My personal hell would be a cage
can't spread my wings
feel only rage
I won't be controlled again
from pain my heart I now defend

Sadness falls like liquid fire
hopeless, thoughtless
dead and dire
I only show my hidden rage
when I'm locked inside my cage.

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