Free.

by Esther   Apr 20, 2009


Free, as a bird;
I think not.

Despite numerous attempts,
I cannot escape this cage,
Trapped, I cry.

People walk by,
they look; they stare.
But do they care?

Do they even realise?
I doubt it.
They are so involved in trivial things.

But then my cage is made up of lies.
So in it I cry.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Broken Masquerade

    Wow... this is beyond amazing. The metaphor between the writer and a trapped bird is so powerful.

    I loved the stanza;
    "Despite numerous attempts,
    I cannot escape this cage,
    Trapped, I cry."

    The short length of the poem was very effective. It aided the poem in becoming even more powerful and kept me really interested.

    I really enjoyed reading this :) You are an incredible writer :)

    5/5 for sure :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Spirit

    The way that you read this poem reminds me of the way that I read my poem "Fire". The title sugests freedom but the poem turns that idea around and reminds the reader how people today are not "free" in the sence that they believe they are. They have caged themselves in their own lies.

    At least that is what I think your poem is saying.

    The chopped up style that you wrote in was slightly difficult to read at times, but the challenge may the read all the more injoyable and I'm not just saying that.

    Thanks for the read
    >-Spirit->

  • 15 years ago

    by Jad

    Good poem. Liked the way you used a bird in a cage made of lies. The rhyme seems to me somewhat off but I might have not understood how you did it but it had a pretty good flow. Good job.

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