Cage

I, like a lamenting bird, Thrown out by the nonchalant winter, Listen to past meads, waiting to be heard, As I look into the forest, Thick and deep draped in shadows, Holding on to my life dearest. Oh! my heart laments at their sight, Children laughing, as they run in joy, To their dear homes, mothers in the evening light, I come home in the moon light, My house sits dark in the full moon night, A nice house indeed, but in gloom and fright. The heart knows evil are those temptations, Like a cage stuck between future and the past, But I wonder, who shall stop its lamentations? Sponsored by: Brian Strand Date: 24th August, 2023