My Walls

February 18, 2012
I live in a cage

nothing too special

a steel barrier

a different kind
of world to live.

Every day I silently

listen to the wind
as it dances

freely through the

bars of my home.

I dream of

such careless freedom

though it never

makes it too far out
of my home.

But one day

the walls will
crumble down.

“Mayday, mayday,”

you will say.

But the air

will know what

I will say.

“Run away,”
guided by wind.

Until that

day will
grace me,

my home,

my walls.

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