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Caged Bird

 

Locked behind steel bars that surround me,
cold and uncaring, holding me within.

Wings clipped so I can’t fly free, all that I do is sing in my misery.
I can taste the sweetness of the air, every time they put me by the window.
Watching tree tops sway and dance with the breeze,
ruffling my feathers that’s all I’ll ever feel.
The smell of damp earth filling my senses,
as raindrops start to fall from storm clouds they call home.
Yet not a single drop do I get to taste,
as I sit inside my lonely cage.
How wonderful it would be to dance in the rain,
but I am not my own master, for I am locked away.
All that I could ever do is gaze forlornly by the window,
dreaming of flying free along with the butterflies and bees.
Hoping one day I’ll taste the sweetness called life,
beyond these steel bars which I am imprisoned in,
singing songs of beauty, life and love,
instead of humming tunes that breaks this lonely heart.

-The Elusive Scribe 072613-

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On a Sunless Day

 

No words are said on this sunless day,
where shadows loom and the lights have gone dim.
Just a trail of tears smudged by fingers,
shaking off fears, damning the weeks,
that made her feel as if she’s forever alone.
Confusion comes to rattle her brain,
conjuring doubts to cloud her mind.
A scream forms from the depths of her soul,
crying for release, begging to be free.
Yet trapped in her sadness she remains,
wrapped in a shroud of misery until the end of her days.

-The Elusive Scribe 062513-

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when the morning comes…

 

and when the morning comes i shall hope,
that the day will come and bring me a smile,
the one thing i needed the most in these dark times.
for in the weeks that passed my face was obscured by
darkness i could not keep away,
where even the light i hoped would come and shine,
failed to penetrate the shadows of gloom i wore.
i could not see what the future holds for me,
because i don’t feel anyone cared for the hurts i bear,
for even in the midst of living i feel like i’m already
dead.
and yet, here i am hoping that the morrow will come,
bearing changes that will make me smile,
and banish these doubts that cling to my very being.
saving me from myself and the miseries i live with,
freeing me from this prison cell i’ve been locked up
for so long,
and to allow me to live the dreams i often bring,
on those nights when i cry myself to sleep.

-The Elusive Scribe 061613-