The Cage Poem by david roberts

The Cage



What is this blood doing on my hands, what crimes have I committed, what sins have I done to be judged for, I stand here alone waiting for the sentence to be pass down. Please make the pain, the fears, the doubt, the loneliness, and the soreness to go away. I need to fill like I belong some were, instead of being an outcast, to be wanted for myself, but I don’t even know who that is, there is so many voice going thought my head, it’s not funny, so many bad memory that hold me like a caged bird. That I can’t seem to escape from my rusted and broken cage of thorns.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 17 April 2013

We are all in cage of this body, Let us pray the supreme soul and pray for for freedom. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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