Carried by the thought
of a chance to be free,
I see the birds in the sky
all laughing at me
As I stretch
to call them back,
To tell me tales
of strange new lands,
I find no strength left
in either of my
desperate hands
The binds that keep me down
are neither bars
nor ropes
nor chains
But rather
those who deem it
utter joy to view
the chasms of my pains
No words unheard,
No thoughts unshared,
No freedom of speech
or laughter declared
Compelling poetry, sir. Well-written and a pleasure to contemplate. Thank you!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful piece with plenty of food for thought, nicely done. Annette