Songbird

This is my escape.
The only way to break free from this cage.
My song is dying out, fleeting.
So why do you keep me here?
Am I just a trophy on your shelf?
Something pretty to show off when you please?
That's not what I want to be,
Why can't you let me free?
What good is a song bird
Who can no longer sing?

I want more to view then these rusty bars,
The four walls surrounding me.
This bird needs to fly
Before she loses her wings as well.
To view the blue sky
Before I die
That is my only failing wish.
But it won't come true...
What good is a song bird
Who can sing no longer?

I'm gasping now.
Trying to find my voice in this crowded room.
Begging for a kind soul
To break my bondage and let me go.
My lungs swell up
Unable to carry a breath, let alone a tune.
I'm trying to grow stronger,
Hold on to life, but again, its fleeting.
What good is a song bird
Who can sing no longer?

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Beautifully written. The need to capture beauty and keep it as our own destroys the beauty we cherish. If only we could use that beauty and remember it as we did when we saw it for the first time. Excellent write.