ConcealedA Poem by Tai RyensSome hurt more than others.Sharpened razor awaits Behind forbidden tongue; Ready to slice when Abstained lullaby is
sung.
The caged crow knows why
its here, Sing, it really should; But hollow heart pumps
liquid; Cold as slain blood. Inside the cage is another enclosure, In which domestic linguists exist as a brood; Cheers fail to escape hushed lips, As the crow wars to keep them mewed. Reticent carols await the moment For the crow to croon; But to spare its own life; Lyrics must not be sung soon. © 2012 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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