Caged Bird

In that moment, it was all too clear. The caged bird never sang nor did it fear that the rhyme and melody would disappear into the vastness and silence of the soul’s reverie. The dream became tainted as the breaths fainted. The heart bleeds in tears. In that moment, it was all too gray. The caged bird never sang nor wanted to stay, for the words and line often fray into pieces at the end of every sentence. The dream became tainted as the breaths fainted. She turned and walked away. In that moment, I wanted only to hear the caged bird sing so I can say that even when I fail to persevere, I love you through my heart’s dismay. The dream fainted as the breaths became tainted. The rhyme and melody frayed the moment the caged bird flew away.