i'm a bird, a cockatiel
and i am beautiful
but as unfortunate as it is
i am stuck inside a birdcage
years go by and i sing
the same songs of freedom
the same songs of boredom
and i continue to sing
as i'm getting old
my feathers shed
and the birdcage feels smaller
and smaller every year
i'm still alone
no company, no other bird
just the opening of the gates
once a day
when they feed me seeds
one day the gate was open longer
than usual
even though, i just woken up
i decided to flap my wings
and fly out as fastest i can
it worked!
as rusty and worn out as i am
all my hopes come to it's start
i'm finally flying in the big blue
cloudy skies
where absolutely no one
can cage me again
YOU ARE READING
poet's block
Poetrya collection of poems by r.k. early twenty-somethings crisis is very common. r.k. shares some of his experiences through poetry but, writer's block for poetry made him a little held back, now he's on a road of growth and changes.
