The Caged Bird

And she bleeds Slow the pain drips from her eyes-- The deep blue wells bar hope's small wing; Which might live yet but cannot sing For a wound Writhes within those deep blue wells-- Fear ensnares her in its vise So slow the pain drips from her eyes. And she fails; The key rests heavy in her hand-- The door will open if she may, If only fear might feint away . . . But it contains her stony tomb For though she prays, her lark knows well She has not quite the strength she needs-- And she bleeds