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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: 162    Comments: 8    Likes: 3   


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;



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



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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