What is there left in my wake ?
But sorrow and darkness?
Or will the morrow bring the break ?
Will this chain of sadness end ?
Will it finally fall away and leave a more peaceful day?
As a bird caged in the house of sin.
I was young when all this began.
Thrown upon, my life was caged.
They broke me told me i was of age.
I was bought into what i was sold .
My wings were broken , bruised, and torn.
And even though it was wrong i was told .
What do they know , those of the pure.
The are clean snowflakes that are unladdened by dirt.
Ill never know how they feel and they the same to me .
But what do you do , when your world cracks,
And falls away?
- Title: The caged
- Artist: Sky Sheep Smile
Its a poem i have in a chapter of my story im writing , its .... complicated and messed up.Kinda based on myself but in a sense not . This poem is describing some things that had happened in the past and some things that many otehrs deal with as well . . whether abuse , or the ened to escape this poem is for those who can relate.
- Date: 07/23/2010
- Tags: caged