I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I love imagery and I saw something that caught my eye which drove me to create this. This piece is about how I feel when you don't have someone to love on an intimate level. May sound a little pathetic but I have my reasons about why I feel this way. A like or comment will be much appreciated.

Submitted: June 30, 2015

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Submitted: June 30, 2015



I know why my caged bird sings,
 My heart sings and sings 

like a wild bird 

constricted within my rib cage, 

my heart wants to feel as 

free as a ex prisoner, 
and not distrust the 

whole wide world my heart may not see,
 my heart yearns to love, 
it wants to pulsate and feel electric, 

like a modern romance of attached machines, 
he wants someone to scratch the surface, 
then break the mould 

that's encased his heart, 
he has no need for this shell, 
but he needs you to carry 

his heart out of his chest 

onto a stretcher, 
To you, his audience, 

so you can hear it sing, 
He wants you to embrace the sound of tranquility,
And not let his heart shut down and flat line,
Like a dying broken winged bird

but dreams take time to become true, 
and this one has faith that his dreams will come true, 
Yet for now, 
his heart sings and sings 
like a wild bird, 
constricted within his rib cage.

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