There is a little black cage
In that little black cage is a little black bird
It's not like the others
It deosn't just chirp as the others do
The fear spews out between the bars dripping
Drip...drip...drip…
The metal bars are caving in squishing and burning it's very being with it's cruelty as it desperately tries to escape
Seeing it deosn't want to be the little black bird any longer, I see the want of being a bright vibrant bird
That's seen and free
YOU ARE READING
The Wolf Within the Women
PoesíaTHIS IS MY POETRY BOOK!!! it has the lessons that i learn as I continue on this adventure of this so called life. And no it doesn`t have all of lifes answers within the pages but it might make it a little more bearable knowing theres someone else. E...
