Cage

CAGE Deep in the death, the vastness of your eyes as reaching into times eternity, I go, a vagrant, soon to realize you are beginning and the end of me. The fear of being born brings me to tears, of living once again, as I have done, and unsuspecting, all my greatest fears are realized again, and life goes on. You look at me and bare all things you find, I am a delicate, and easily to break, and you can see me hiding in my mind, from your first look, and I can only shake. The book of me is now one empty page and all of life has now become a cage. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet