a bird in a gilded cage of my own creation. through the door to my cage is open wide. I remain perched here as though. my wings have been clipped. many a time I have stood there. unsure of what lies be on the door. so I remain here watching the world. never daring to reach out are take. a steep that would free. not just my body but my heart and soul. as well so I remain a bird in a cage. of my own creation never daring to spread. my wings for I may fall. not just to the ground but to the cold. and the uncaring world below.
Copyright © Billy Futch | Year Posted 2019