Poem -
GUILDED CAGE
There's no expression for how I feelÂ
A bird without wings, that cannot fly
Looking out from a guilded cage
Sometimes, I want to dieÂ
If I had never tasted of freedom
Never had reached heights, so high
If I'd been born completely blind to love
I'd never be questioning; Why?
But I've known too well, the feeling
Of Your wind beneath my wings
Of soaring up to the heavenliesÂ
And many other splendid things
There's no expression for the loss I feel
You were my beautiful wings to fly
But now, held against my will
In a guilded cage, so high
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Comments
Good rhymes in this poem and I like the words you use to portray a love you once had - "your wind beneath my wings" and the love you no longer have - "a bird without wings that cannot fly." And I like the metaphor of the gilded cage in which the writer now feels trapped. I am also a fan of the repeated line, with a few changes in a poem so I like " there's no expression for how (the loss) I feel. "
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Thank you so much, I try to show with emotion.Â