Reigen_San

New poem, 'What am I When Imprisoned in a Cage?'
          	https://www.wattpad.com/1430772591-poems-and-short-stories-what-am-i-when-imprisoned
          	
          	What am I, when imprisoned in a cage?
          	
          	That hot gold mask that shines bright and glimmers 
          	
          	And soars! But the wretched face burns and fears
          	
          	Buried by weight and made hidden and shamed
          	
          	That when I rise, they crush and maim
          	
          	Impious I, and forge an I made stern
          	
          	Without true I, who descending downwards
          	
          	Choked by the cold cage, and left I enchained--
          	
          	Distanced from the world! And apart from it--
          	
          	All seems grey and pale, and deprived of truth
          	
          	that I descend to Madness, The True Thing!
          	
          	Away from the world, but the lost heart dreads,
          	
          	Or his heart? And losing that hold on truth
          	
          	must I find I, and what it means to be--

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Reigen_San

New poem, 'What am I When Imprisoned in a Cage?'
          https://www.wattpad.com/1430772591-poems-and-short-stories-what-am-i-when-imprisoned
          
          What am I, when imprisoned in a cage?
          
          That hot gold mask that shines bright and glimmers 
          
          And soars! But the wretched face burns and fears
          
          Buried by weight and made hidden and shamed
          
          That when I rise, they crush and maim
          
          Impious I, and forge an I made stern
          
          Without true I, who descending downwards
          
          Choked by the cold cage, and left I enchained--
          
          Distanced from the world! And apart from it--
          
          All seems grey and pale, and deprived of truth
          
          that I descend to Madness, The True Thing!
          
          Away from the world, but the lost heart dreads,
          
          Or his heart? And losing that hold on truth
          
          must I find I, and what it means to be--

Reigen_San

New poem, 'The Fairy Queen',
          https://www.wattpad.com/1424295947-poems-and-short-stories-the-fairy-queen
          'I seek the gentle face at night
          
          Yet see only darkness and specks
          
          Seem small to I, strange, and blurry
          
          So far are the stars' glee to I,
          
          So proud are the fairy queens' might
          
          They move the sky and change the tides
          
          And I, at earth, shrink as lone dreck
          
          Once capable and peer flurries
          
          Alone, as the laughing gods fight.'

Reigen_San

Published the poem, 'Art',
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/341012238-poems-and-short-stories
          Here lies burned bark, since neglected,
          
          It is chirping, Monarch-fly streams,
          
          Then turns booming, he darts and flees,
          
          There lies felled life, dim and weakened
          
          Like birds, once moving, now halted,
          
          Their feathers, once soft, now grainy,
          
          Their crests, rendered flying, sans breeze,
          
          Within colored displays, painted.
          
          What is man then, but a rebel,
          
          Who kills a bird, and claims greater
          
          Grace in his that moons pale to him?
          
          Flowers fade not with oil petals,
          
          And old Nature fades to painters,
          
          So lies burned bark, now forgotten.