The Caged Bird

Yesterday I thought

The flat slits in the cement

Set too high to reach

Were to keep the inmates

From seeing out,

 

Today I see

Those fortress walls

Are to keep me

From seeing in,

 

From wondering why

A man should be wasted

Like a discarded coin,

 

And whether bars of light

On my west wall

Each morning

Would be enough

To remind me

Of the sun

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2 thoughts on “The Caged Bird

  1. Dan, the message of this poem is really powerful with the contrasting images and the narrator’s position outside the subject. Great work.

    • Thanks, Grace! That means a lot from you. I’m trying to get back on the wagon and finish the month strong. Looks like you’re back in action as well. Keep it up.

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