Bird in Cage

by Reef M Kabier   Sep 7, 2006


Grunt and sweat under a weary life
often with myself I have strife.

thousands of cries all full of rage
trying to free this bird from it's cage.

if only these wings moved,
this bird would be removed.

Why me?

what good are feet when one can't walk-
what good does a mouth do when one can't talk
what good is a soul if one is still as a rock.

This chair meant to provide me support,
has become a cage, but was a last resort.

I want to die, be set free
and use my wings to flee

I am disabled, full of love and rage
I am a bird, locked up in a cage.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    I believe i understand the fellings in this WELL WRITTEN poem

    the only suggestions I have is correct the spelling of support and add the word have in the second line

    Grunt and sweat under a weary life
    often with myself I have strife.

    thousands of cries all full of rage
    trying to free this bird from it's cage.

    if only these wings moved,
    this bird would be removed.

    Why me?

    what good are feet when one can't walk-
    what good does a mouth do when one can't talk
    what good is a soul if one is still as a rock.

    This chair meant to provide me support,
    has become a cage, but was a last resort.

    I want to die, be set free
    be taken off this wheel chair, out the cage

    5>>>>>>
    and use my wings to flee

    I am disabled, at such a young age
    I am a bird, locked up in a cage.

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