in the attic of my mothers house
i found an empty bird cage,
waiting for something.
i peaked inside it
wondering who left it there
and why it was so sad
as i opened its little golden door.
Author notes
i'm not sure what to think of this
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- cages by unraveled.
1600 points, ended March 8, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
Comments
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maybe its me but
the last lines are kind of cliche? i dunno. they don't do it for me.
but i like the images. -
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yea, maybe that's it. i'm just not sure what to do with it.
peace to all ~flight
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