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Winged Bird

You are the bird in the steel cage
Perched on a wooden plank
Wings clipped and head down
Trapped by those around you
Fingers poked through bars
They sing the same taunting song
The lyrics linger in your mind
Repeated on a cycle
All emotions drowned deep within the heart
A dullness covers the rage
While a saddness consumes you as a whole
Memories of those you loved
Wither away like a dried up rose
The petals swept away by the wind
Scattered and lost in the world
Like the bird crying to be free
Silent shouts for help
A glint in her eye
Aren't these hints ever enough
Sitting on the floor with a knife at your side
Tears cloud your eyes
With a fake smile you push them away
The scars tattoe your wrist
A story to each
With the same predicted ending
For a moment the blade held across your wrist stays put
Before letting the blood seep out
It's no act for attention
It's an addictive disease
The blade the key to release the bird
Until you realize that bird is you
Not just a written metaphor
Full fledged wings ready to take flight
The white feathers stained red
A golden halo hovering above
The key places in the lock
The blade slicing your wrist
With a click the door swings open
To the floor you fall with blood pouring out
Feathers blow everywhere as the bird flutters out
Up it flies into the clouds
You are a winged bird finally released from the tortures of life

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  • Blood Magick
    July 16, 2008

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    I REALLY like this one.
    I don't even know how to explain WHY i love this poem, I just DO.
    I really loved it, and congratz on making finalist =]


  • Emotional-wreck
    May 22, 2008

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    With a fake smile you push them away
    The scars tattoe your wrist
    A story to each
    With the same predicted ending
    For a moment the blade held across your wrist stays put
    Before letting the blood seep out
    It's no act for attention
    It's an addictive disease
    The blade the key to release the bird
    Until you realize that bird is you

    wow is all i can say.Good luck!


  • DeadlyPoetic88
    April 7, 2008
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    I thought that this was a beautiful poem. The imagery within it was just beautiful. I thought that overally the feel and tone of the poem was just right. The image you've created in this poem was great. I liked it. keep up the fantastic job. thank you for entering my contest.


  • Little Miss Mental
    March 31, 2008
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    What an image! I know how this feels, being caged...thanx for the input