A canary was born
To fly freely
And sing to its heart's content
Living life, wild and free
But a certain canary
Lost its voice
To the hands of someone
Who is cruel and vile
Caged for display
With a mix of mistreatment
As they laughed
At its misery
Yearning to be free
But it couldn't fly
Only the remains of a heartbroken bird
Who cannot sing anymore
YOU ARE READING
POEMS III
Poetry3rd book of poems written by me. Some of the poems are old and possibly most of them are nrewly written.
