Soaring Eagles

I see the eagle in the cage,
I see how it longs to be free,
I see how he stares up, skyward.

My first thought is unlike any other;
'I can relate to you, pretty bird.'

My eyes watch as his wings spread,
My eyes watch as he attempts flight,
My eyes watch as the bars contain him.

I can relate to that pretty bird.
I am the caged bird,
But I do not song.
Instead I remain silent,
Wishing,
Waiting,
Hoping,
Someone will open my door,
And set me free.

Reviews

[vandana]

nice poetry

[WriterMe]

Wonderful flow. The words seemed perfect. Great job =]

[talulu love]

thats cool it all makes sense 2 good job

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