Cage'd bird, how is it that thoust sing?
How is it that you jubilate whilst the sky lays bare,
Beckoning to you that hath never taken wing?
How is it that you sing whilst freedom stands,
Just beyond the bars.
Teach me, so that if I may not fly, I may sing,
Postulating as did Fauvst,
Calling to powers otherworldly.
Still, yet your solemn tone bellows.
Art thou not maddened by those stars?
Free to roam the night sky until they fall,
Akin to thy voice before apt crescendo.
My cage'd bird sings no more,
Silenced; like those before.
The cage'd lark sings nevermore,
Even thy songs of freedom,
Will never pierce the veil of the sky.
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Every Trick In The Book
PoetryThis anthology of mostly narrative poems mostly revolves around real people's stories. People's real stories of war and peace, of love and heartbreak, of alcoholism and loss; they have been immortalized in this anthology.
