The clouds walk across the sky
Their bodies intricately intertwined
A white never ending satin ribbon
A symbol in our decadent life.
Through my dirty windowsill
I can see their quiet games
I can listen to their longing whispers
The wings of silent angels singing.
Now a fly rests on the window pane
A black speck on the infinite white
A blemish on peaceful perfection.
But what is it doing, here, forgotten?
Prisoner of the transparent glass.
It rests there, almost helpless
When the melodic sky is calling
Just a few inches away
from where it is crawling.
When will you ever be free?
Like humanity you wait endlessly
When freedom is a breath away
When will humans ever see?
We close ourselves in our prisons
Refusing to see the world’s simplicity
Coating it with useless complexity.
We can never spread our tired wings and fly
If we keep telling ourselves we have to die.
Author notes
I'm thirteen but for some reason I never win childhood contests =(. Don't tell me I'm too old to produce poems. I might be nearing adulthood physically but mentally even the greatest genius always remains a child!
A contest entry
- Ages 13 and Under ONLY ~ At this moment.... by Amunet Wolfbane.
300 points, ended November 11, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is very impressive. I really like how you've expressed yourself and did it with a strength that exceeds your age. Great job on this piece!
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