BLACK CAGE

In my black cage I lie

Longing for the clear sky,

For the shore as my bed,

For the sun as my light.

 

In my black cage I stay

Where the smell of reek creeps

I breathe yesterday's air,

I drink yesterday's tear.

 

In my black cage I cry.

My driest blood reaching,

Reaching my trembling lips

But no sound to my ear.

 

In my black cage I watch

White roses break the lock

But I fix it again---

The cage I live within.

Reviews

[aj milton]

I like the flow of this poem and the images it creates. And then the subtle twist at the end "But I fix it again"

Self imposed cages are sometimes the hardest ones to crawl out of.

[Carmina Echavia]

Thank you so much!