In a cage, I write
In a cage, I write
In a cage, I’ve written
See I thought that solely words
Could unshackle me
Yet here I am
feeling trapped in the midst of their brilliance.
Have you ever experienced such dilemma?
Writing? It’s supposed to set you free
Unleashing the inside voices crazy ride
Ways of coping with life’s ruthless tides
I’ve poured so much in empty pages
But I still see the familiar corners of the cage.
In a cage, I have screamed
Most of my life, I’ve feared
Soul designed by honesty
In myriad instances, I fail to be
Hiding under my ruined innocence
I blame the world at times for such decadence.
Then getting older
brings the realization of you becoming your own murderer
by ignoring truths as you’re feeding on lies
Most of them care of the facade
as they can’t see through your eyes
the sadness you’ve endured in that cage.
