Absurdly locked in a
cage,
Unable to spread my wings
and fly
To roam a world full of
happiness and hope,
To sing the melodies of
imprisonment and freedom.
All around me are the
possibilities of Good and Evil,
Yet I can't but stare at
the hopelessness
Of my feathers and bones
To launch against the
chains and bars
Of my silver cage.
© A Furious Child
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