Why have you made out of words a cage
For your own bird?
He sings sweeter than honey,
Yet stays hungry and unfulfilled,
Still he's here unable to leave due to your own irrational fear.
His singing becomes shrill,
Iller than a man on his deathbed
Get it through your head:
How could you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
He stopped singing,
started bringing nothing to the table
And you did this.
You've trapped him here for so long he forgot who he was
And what all the buzz of feeling free was about.
YOU ARE READING
Half English / Half Cynicism
Poetrythis is a collection of my original poetry, and I hope you enjoy. I explore the themes of belonging, LGBTQ+, longing, and loss. Thank you for giving my writing a read and a chance :).
