Daisy 30, bird in a cage 13
By: ECole789
Synthetic Breezes,
Oscillate Through,
Your Indoor Cage.
Your Feathers Ruffled,
Yet...
You're Unfazed.
Uncanny...
Still-Ness.
Song-Less.
Swing-Less.
Seemingly...
Motion-Less.
In Every way...
Trans-Fixed.
Your Spirit...
I Surmise,
Wandering ,
On that Boarder--
In the Recesses of Your Mind.
Such is the Pain,
That This Part of Your Brain--
Beyond Our Ability to Explain,
You Teeter on that Border--
Of Sane...
Of Insane.
Reality's Grip,
Threatens,
To Make You Slip...
Twitch...
Snap Into...
Derange.
Tell Me,
Bird--
In a Cage,
How Long Will You...
How Long Can You...
Hang On,
Before Your Mind Falls,
Before Your Mind...
Is Gone?
10/28/13
{The Papers of Daisy}
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The Papers of Daisy
PoetryGo ahead, sweet little darlings, and let your cerebral frolic in the fields of Daisy-- ECole789
