Crystal Moon, Paper World

In a glass cage,

The walls are iridescent.

And although the bird could see the land ahead,

She knew, that to hope,

Would only be a rotten mirage.

Trapped in a clear castle only known to her,

The bird was sick and tied.

Her Flamboyant Feathers now cut and dulled,

Her Cheery Tunes a mere memory;

too far away to grasp and yet,

too, too close to see.

The flight of the free passing by her window every day;

A wind sweeping across the world; a wind she could not feel.

Torture bestowed upon the bird by the deepest of nature’s sins.

The bird was sick and tied.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such a sad, sad poem.. hoped as i read that by the time i came to the end.. life would be better. far better for the bird. Seems this could also refer to a human being in a bad place.. life passing her or him by, freedom denied.

'She knew, that to hope, ~ Would only be a rotten mirage. ~ Trapped in a clear castle only known to her, ~ The bird was sick and tied.' Your words throughout are so gently laid.

[SpiceCookie]

Lovely poem. I love the choice of words and phrases. Keep writing!

[Rose]

Thank You!!