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Captive Soul

September 17, 2012
By casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
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My soul is a slave imprisoned by my skin,
My spirit is strong, yet constrained by sameness’s sinister grin,
My thoughts are those of a skeptic, knowing wind will one day break the mast,
My eyes are those of an artist, seeing splendor and making it last,
My words are those of a poet, letting elegance cast,
My hands are the lowest branches on tree, reaching for the brightest light,
My feet are gentle and soundless, like those of a centenarian tortoise,
My back has wings, though they know not of flight.

My poem is the sea, when it lets its beings ascend,
My poem is a hurricane, at its end,
My poem is what happens when the world ends for all,
My poem is, after the fall.

I am a novel; no one shall ever dare read,
I am a piece of artwork, you have to step away to see,
I am the golden fish in the school of white ones,
I am me, someone with individuality.
You are the cage of conformity I am bound to and I am the rebellion that is beginning.

The author's comments:
I really liked writing this poem because it shows how I felt when I wrote it. I may not have all of theses feelings anymore, but this poem is just filled with my emotions.

"I know why the caged bird sings", the poem, inspired me.

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This article has 3 comments.

on Oct. 16 2012 at 6:54 pm
casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
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Thank you!:)  

on Oct. 9 2012 at 10:59 am
day_dreamer_ SILVER, Dover, Arkansas
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This is really amazing....I feel as though I relate to it and I am truly jealous of your talent.  I will be reading this over and over again....I feel like it describes me also but I could never put it into words such as yours.  <3

Misfit95 said...
on Sep. 26 2012 at 6:13 pm
Misfit95, Dover, Ohio
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Beautifully written. Definitely a 5. (: