Wild

Locked in cages.

Wild

A bloody organ inside your chest
Pumping your blood
Giving you life
But you may not realize

That it's also a wild creature

 A free spirit

Unharnessed, yet it is

Locked away in a cage.

In many cases it stops
Without ever fulfilling it's lifetime wish
That's why people tell you
"Travel and see the world while you're young"
Because you get older
People age. People die.
And sadly,

So does the wild creature.

Author's Note

Ramblings..

Returning all reviews!

Reviews

[ron]

Interesting poem. Sometimes it does find love. And then it holds another for life. Great poem I enjoyed reading it.

[Jasmine W]

Thanks for the feedback ron

[ron]

You are most welcome Jasmine.