similar to a bird locked in a cage, waiting to be set free
a silenced bird waiting for its owner to find the cage's key
choosing to be in a cell when there's a world out there to flee
if a bird flies its wings, it's still the old place it'd prefer to be
like a pirated song, the audio is more static than it used to be
in a crime, you'd mop the evidence till it's polished as it can be
as I make myself available on the weekends, I do it only for you
yet, you only meet me when you're free; I hold my words in queue
with two sides in a narrative, you begin to shape one till it fits yours
in a snap of a finger, you neglect a perspective, act like it's a cure
even with my peripheral vision, I can't notice what's coming at me
as a soul attempts to discern, I can't decipher if you're good for me
YOU ARE READING
After the Eventide
PoetryDivided into four chapters, "After the Eventide" is a collection of poetry and prose that navigates through different stages in one's youth, thus growing up in an unsettling and unforgiving place. It circles around relationships, giving too much un...
