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My Body is Locked in a Cage
the silence chips away at my heart
each day I feel entombed by my pain
mirrored in my soul
no energy left to rant and rave
see myself standing at a grave
weeping for the self I have lost
somewhere along life's journey
my body is locked in a cage
has anyone found the key?
to unlock and set me free
wake up guardian angels
be aware you also may be judged
you've fucked up long enough
you give a jewel with one hand
with the other you steal it back
and we are left to wonder why
nothing ever works out right
whilst you play poker with human lives
not asking for forever, but cannot accept never
let me out of my cage before I self-destruct
and I still dream of the cottage, already painted
years ago, the picture sits on my desk
a place of rest where one can find some peace
for a time at least, to regenerate in the arts
and write and play, for a while each day
so what do you say, let's lose the cage
and the tears will go away
like snow on another day
new memories created, some joy, with a little garden
feedback van andere lezers
replace 'your' in the second sentence by 'my' and then read on your poem, then you'll find your key...
ps: the hour of the beast is chipping away at my health! :o) Yack!
I've got some issues myself, eating away at me, myself and I, with some friends of mine; 've been looking at events of the past weeks, and the fb I got from them, and they keep me wanting dearly...; saddening okay, but in fact confirmation of what my heart already knew. Sobeit and not albeit... :o)
killea: Thanks for great FB as usual. What's eating away at you, sweetheart"?
my idea June, that would be perfect!
only living for art and writing...
killea: Thank you, darling
Now, this is an amazing poem,
Sometimes I feel the same
like this, I recognized some of these words
a little bit, mayby we can make a song like this ;)
killea: Maybe we could, if you are a musician.
thanks for everythingxxx
killea: Thank you so much Willy
Beautifull IQ! You'll be Houdini and we are all your gardian angels.
Love XXX BH
killea: Funny you. Thanks BH
I will look for the key and will open your cage.
Love - xxx - Nero
killea: Thank you Nero,
I think i know who's holding the bloody key.
(ik vindt het heel leuk om K4 weer eens te lezen.Ook al is het in jouw FB..Give him my greetings)
killea: Thank you M, love you too
open the gate & let me out!
killea: Thank you, Liefie
Knap onder woord gebracht.
Graag gelezen, groetjes.
killea: Thank you, Otiske