Caged

John Grant

I’m separated from what’s called society and shackled to solitude my only view is through bars & windows to the outside world. I’m surrounded by a hand of concrete shapped like walls 20feet tall. It takes unclipped wings to reach freedom from this box that contains my life.
Often I look outwards to see myself a bird soaring on a cloud of air without any boundaries except the strength of wings.
I’ve been captured and placed into a cage to keep me a social outcast where freedom is only a memory.
The days are so bleak the nights bitter cold I age but one day yet I feel ten times as old I gaze toward the mirror to see the eyes of a stranger blank face staring back features distorted by anger to contemplate death is to glimpse liberation my soul heavy and weary I am but a mere bird taggged, caged, and wings not a priveiege on earth and knee deep in shit
I am but a mean bird who has long lost its song its bright feathers turned gray its will to fly sadly long gone.

 

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John Grant
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Pontiac, IL, 61764