The Golden Cage
It shouldn't feel a trap - this golden cage.
These bindings aren't some dark means of control.
'Tis a palace on ambiguous stage.
'Tis a shrine to honor your fiery soul.
Do you think I could fear a well-locked room,
as long as I held you within its walls?
How could I see stillness as ugly doom,
when I rest with you inside silent halls?
Edifice of truth rose fast since we met,
and I still have the key to escape it.
This time when I built, there was no regret.
But look close - it's not I who can claim it.
How could I see rings as prisoner's chains?
They are signs of truth that love never wanes.
19 April 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
