Caged
Without the Love
Existence is a birdcage
Desolate and cold
Finding comfort only in itself.
Without the dove
The cage is a mere antique
Lonely and useless
A burden to the space provided.
And yet, with Love
We are only the culprits
Thieving and murderous
Suffocating the doves life with fear.
Copyright © Sean Winslow | Year Posted 2009
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