caged
There is no skin, thick or thin
Sufficient to contain
This bitter shame
consuming rage
and lonliness within
some people walk in happiness
untouched by pain and doubt
beloved by all
they never fall
victim to themselves
I am made of my mistakes
They haunt my angry days
Trapped with rage
In my cage
Ever will I stay
BadBadBear commented on caged
01-16-2011
01-02-2011
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Someday vs. Today | 6 | 01/07/2011 |
| Unfinished | 20 | 01/04/2011 |
| Snuffed | 4 | 01/02/2011 |
| sorry I can't stay longer | 2 | 01/02/2011 |
| incognito | 2 | 01/02/2011 |
| Speaking in Tongues | 3 | 01/02/2011 |
| caged | 3 | 01/02/2011 |
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