Object of His Rage

just a spur of the moment poem

Somehow you will manage

somehow you'll be free

each day I find myself

telling me these things

His claws dig deeper

when I try to move away

bleeding and broken,

I just don't want to stay

To him I am nothing more

than a singing bird to cage

nothing but an object

the object of his rage.

Reviews

[Anjali]

Such a powerful and inspiring write! The rhyming scheme is perfect, the words are beautiful! Everything is amazing!

[SwEet PeA]

This is powerful!!

[Kyle]

How about "someday you'll be free.". Instead of the line somehow you'll be free?

Just a thought. I like this though. It is intense and sad too.