The Eagle Soars Poem by Leaking Pen

Does life improve with the quick passage of time?
Autumn moods set its claws in nature's hearts
One breath away from the gloom and doom, winter's clime
Outside to inside forced life in fake pots silky arts.

A canary bird cannot fly free in a golden cage
Its Wings clipped its happiness a total mirage
Misguided songs confined to a chirping stage
Hope subdued and glued to this poem's barrage.

The mirror cracked reflecting no life or light
Lines and crevasses define the sadness on its face
The flame has gone out from this forced write
Dim the light, dim the hope, and pity this empty vase.

April 29,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

**Epilog: (I placed the last stanza beyond my John Hancock signature to symbolize my flight to freedom beyond my cage)

My will, I can Fly, release and let go
I'm not of this earth, or this man made mole
My spirit cannot be bound or kept low
In my cage, I fly outside of my soul!