My Cage

July 16, 2010
By Paigie BRONZE, Roseville, Michigan
Paigie BRONZE, Roseville, Michigan
4 articles 8 photos 15 comments

Sixteen years it’s been
I sit here with just a pen
Just 2 years more
All that’s left now is one locked door

I wallow in despair
For just one second to repair
The pain inside that grows
It grows and kills all hope from head to toes
A heart so fragile
It cannot be kept in a cage this agile

The only thing within me
It is the key
It is a key to the door
The locked door not passed before

People pass by
Nothing noticed has gone awry
The cage appears to be save
But once inside…



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