I've become trapped.
In the tiny, rusty, birdcage.
I wish for freedom, I wish to spread my wings.
I dream of the day I can escape.
The key, just barely out of my reach.
Just hanging there, teasing me.
Just past my fingertips.
I sit alone, hoping for someone to comfort me.
I've forgotten what it's like to be close to someone.
I can hardly remember what love is.
How it feels to be loved.
How it feels to be wanted.
You showed me your love so many years ago.
Only now, you've forced me into here.
Into my tiny, rusty, birdcage.
Can I still be saved?
Will anyone be willing to free me from here.
To take me with them when they leave.
Just a little closer and I can be free.
Your words will still haunt me.
Even if my wounds have faded they won't be forgotten.
You've poisoned me for life.
You gave me all and left me with nothing.
I've become trapped.
In my tiny, rusty, bird cage.
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In a Nuthshell
PoesiaPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
