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.
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.
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.
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3 comments:
ooh....I like it! Delightfully morose.
Wow! Not a bad poem! Believe me, that's how I felt during those tests!
Nim
In fact, I really like it!
Nim
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