"gilded"

“gilded”

 

 

Alone

I sit

 

 

Surrounded

As Midas

 

 

By each

Golden chalice

 

 

All creature

Comforts

 

Known to

Man

 

 

Each modern

Gadget

Widget

And

Device

 

 

Lays beneath

My immaculate

Fingertips

 

 

Servants

Strive

To

Satisfy

 

My impeccable

Palate

 

 

As wistful

Wisps

Of

Women

 

 

Whisper

Sweet nothings

In my ear

 

 

From my

Throne of

Tiresome

Trappings

 

 

I have been

Kept

As a

King

 

　

But when I

Peer

From my

Cage

 

 

And spy

Upon the

World

 

 

I can only

(Cry)

 

 

For my

Soul

 

Seeks

 

The solace

Of

The sweet skies

 

 

And to sing

The song

 

　that

ONLY

The free

Bird sings

 

　

　

Kenny L. Mitchell

March 5, 2007

 

　

Reviews

[fallen angel]

wow that is breath taking so well put..nothing fills the soul better then love