I placed you in a simple cage
Just to keep you from harms way
What a dreadful rage...
I used to be a lover
Full of joy and honour
Now you sink like a wet page.
Will you ever be free
No one knows for my heart stands trial
In a cell burning sage.
YOU ARE READING
The Genez
Poetry"The Genez" focuses on the authors frame of mind or mode of consciousness. The word "Genez" used in the title of this piece is a Hebrew derived word, which means treasury. (One must be able to can meditate, what ever they are reading)- M. Mendez
