A bird that is trapped
In a cage and can't flap
Away in the summer breeze
Dreams of open blue skies
And he sings, and he cries
Warbling on about sunshine and trees
But a fish in a bowl
With water murky and cold
Only wriggles around with gold fins
He cannot even shout
Only hope to come out
But he knows that the chances are thin
He floats near his plants
Wishing that he could dance
In the ocean, salty and free
But all that he can do
Is sit there, full of gloom
And drown in his own misery
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Jars of Stars
RastgeleThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
