Just in case y'all are confused, the poem is written based on the picture above. Thanks again for reading!
I am a fraud.
Decked in my crisp clothes, staring at others below me,
like an animal playing human, I play god.
There is no guilt when I judge;
why should there be when it's not me who's in the cage?
Dark and deep-seated, these thoughts course through me without control.
Saved from oppression, but not really.
Counting my blessings, but not always.
Disguised, yet disgusted.
Maybe there is some guilt after all.
I am no more than a bird looking at himself, trapped.
why is no one setting him free?
Why is no one setting me free?
I am a slave.
surrounded by the cold solid bars of isolation
that can't be broken on my own,
praying is all I can do.
there is light beyond those windows, but
flying away isn't a possibility,
not when Bird is watching.
he does not know we are the same
or maybe he does not care.
staying in the cage is for the best, right?
I am no more than a pawn in the game, insignificant.
Why is no one setting me free?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The World From My Eyes
PoesíaThis is basically a collection of poems on the way I view the world, filled with different aspects that I notice or pop out to me in my daily life. H.O.P.E. you enjoy can bear with me and see this glorious universe from my eyes. To be honest, the p...
