Mockingbird

The caged bird sings with lungs of despair,
but the free bird roams, chanting anywhere.
I've tried squeezing through these iron bars,
but hope was deployed beneath hidden scars.

A few feathers unplucked hide my deflated breast
as I cower down, perched on my only branch.
A mockingbird mimed from a broken soul,
a ring that doesn't shine may as well be coal.

Reviews

[Leemah]

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[emmajoygreen]

In spite of a private exchange, I still find your poem, such a sadness of words, my friend, yet showing courageous and finely laid creativity. I truly hope that some time soon, you''ll be able to find the time to write more - both as an outlet and for hidden pleasure...