Treasure Island

Angel E. Broberg


Here I sit in darkness both day and night
Trapped by the sharpness of throat to knife
Though I move freely inside my cage,
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  • Kelly Seale (6/18/2013 7:43:00 AM)

    And fly you will Angel.... For the knife is but an instrument with a purpose... and your heart knows that within your dreams is freedom and this freedom is borne into reality thru your words. Set free the eagle and fly as close to the sun as you can...embrace it's warmth, it's golden light, it's not fear falling back to earth, Great Ink here Angel... it's symbolism is simply amazing! ; -) Kelly. (Report) Reply

  • Angel E. B. (6/16/2013 5:54:00 PM)

    Thank you for the concern Olumide, but I don't need any God, I have poetry. And music and family and friends.
    The knife is no so much an actual knife as it is a symbol for feeling trapped by any situation. And ultimately the poem represents the ability to hope and dream, though one is seemingly in a bad situation atm. (Report) Reply

  • Olumide Familusi (6/16/2013 5:05:00 PM)

    Very sad note to read. You dont need the knife. What u need is the word of God.. He brings peace if u venture out of that cage to talk to him. I know what it is like to be in a cage but only the word brought me through and am offering u the same hand i got in return..Hope this helps. (Report) Reply

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