Sarajevo Cage
CAGE
Deep in the death, the vastness of your eyes
that reaches into times eternity,
I go, a vagrant, soon to realize
you are beginning and the end of me.
The fear of born again brings me to tears,
of living one more time, as I have done,
and unsuspecting, all my greatest fears
are realized again; our death lives on.
You look at me and bare all you may 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 Sarajevo has become our cage.
© ron wilson aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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