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"I know not how much longer I can last.
A suicide or a murder?"
-Alpa Lyric Dance, a Calling


Submitted:Mar 15, 2009    Reads: 160    Comments: 8    Likes: 3   


Caged

by alice oiseau

Cage.jpg picture by sweetncuteblondewriter

Caged I stand behind corroding bars

Where the last flame flickers subtly under a crow's wing

And sand grains trickle by.

I cannot merely fly away

For I am smitten with my dystopia----

where love is pricked and transformed to craving addiction;

infatuation.

*

Acidic is the water I drink

Poisoning my psyche and

impetus; a gift borne from the womb of Calliope

and nurtured from the bosom of earth

*

O!

What foul and cruel yearn!

to stay caged behind corroding bars

yet knowing the chains cut deep and asphyxiate...

*

It is not you; it is them.

They are the crow's wing, the corroding,

the water marked with currents of toxin and apathy.

*

I swore to fight fire with fire

An oath (slowly withering and archaic) rests in my troubled thoughts

and incessantly haunts

...in the reflection-less mirror

*

Spring will come and end

The wind will summon me forth and I will set sail for paradise,

for something more; something of what this cage, formerly a home,

had been.





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