My Glass Prison

Wish I had wings, rain-clouds meet my eyes,
Up and out, that like a bird I would fly.
I fear neither death nor pain,
But rather protection from this free-falling rain.
All my fear, brings,
To my eyes a tear.
Fear of a cage, that I might not escape,
And all chance of expression is gone.
The heavens are as brass, and I jealously see the freedom,
That of the trees in the wind,
And in the ground, grass,
But I am trapped,
Behind this prison of see-through glass.

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NataleeIrene This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 5, 2013 at 2:11 pm
I would say that this poem accurately describes the feelings of just about every person sitting in a classroom against their will
TargonTheDragon replied...
Nov. 5, 2013 at 6:15 pm
that is what i was going for.
freeperson said...
Jun. 13, 2013 at 10:50 am
I want wings so bad!! and I love rain and I really hate school. And windows.
TargonTheDragon replied...
Jun. 13, 2013 at 6:54 pm
i suppose that was the idea of the poem:P
freeperson replied...
Jun. 14, 2013 at 12:30 pm
:) yeah I guess
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