This cage is a curious thing
The bars are made of gold
in the corner sits a velvet cushion
waiting on me
sometimes I feel like I'm outside
Looking inside
at myself
in this cage
Alone.
This cage is a curious thing
sometimes I feel like I'm free
And then
Out of the corner of my eye
I glimpse the golden glint
the bars
surrounding me
no rescue in sight
Alone.
This cage is a curious thing
Sometimes it feels like home
But then I remember
What freedom felt like
I was alive, once
Alive
I was happy
but now, nothing
save gold bars
And me.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
and when I say a while ago, I mean two years.
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