by Unknown
Nov 2009 355 Views 3 comments
Caged not Free
Hostage in my own cocoon,
No voice, mute of circumstances,
Shroud of darkness is over me,
I am unable to speak my mind.
Rug of hope is all around me,
Unable to escape this devilish he,
Wonton of hostility greeted with hate.
My mind wants to scream,
I am chained beneath this skin.
I want to run away.
To the canopy of the forest shall I hide?
Deep in the mountain is quiet,
Frogs, birds, and ducks eyes before me,
Here they counseled me, to follow my instinct.
No voice, mute of circumstances,
Shroud of darkness is over me,
I am unable to speak my mind.
Rug of hope is all around me,
Unable to escape this devilish he,
Wonton of hostility greeted with hate.
My mind wants to scream,
I am chained beneath this skin.
I want to run away.
To the canopy of the forest shall I hide?
Deep in the mountain is quiet,
Frogs, birds, and ducks eyes before me,
Here they counseled me, to follow my instinct.
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Posted: Nov 2009
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Sometimes when we are bombarded with trials..we just want to run away from it rather than face it head on.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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