Thursday, April 16, 2009

Morbid!

When I finished my test yesterday a hour early, I sat in the back room in the quonset hut. Very bored, I wrote a poem. It's kinda morbid, but I thought I might "liven" up your day with posting it.


I’m caught, stuck, caged, kept,
hidden in this cage I wept.
Waiting to become set free,
but till then, I’ll sit and be,
in bleak darkness, inhumane,
not enough to sustain.

3 comments:

MennoGirl said...

ooh....I like it! Delightfully morose.

Anonymous said...

Wow! Not a bad poem! Believe me, that's how I felt during those tests!

Nim

Anonymous said...

In fact, I really like it!

Nim