Friday, July 12, 2019

Confined In A Glass Jar

how does it feel to be trapped
confined in a glass jar
hearing your own echoes
long after the voice is gone

blessed are you to be free
to not know the touch of shackles
that bleeding of the soul
the dying wails of prison

but what if, the lid was tight
the sunlight, a mere mockery
your breath, stale, reused
imagine yourself chained, and abused

there lies a world of nightmares
one that you read about in books
alas, the fiction is naked real
where flying high is still untrue

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  1. Freedom is a priceless thing, and yet does come with a price. This is a lovely and true poem Amrit. A beautiful representation of the image. Thank you so much for participating with us this week.

  2. Freedom, I think is as essential as food, water and air. Nicely penned

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