Shadorma Poem For The Bounded Reality Poem by Marieta Maglas

Walls of words

Are her fading thoughts.

She's alone

As a bird

Singing in her narrow cage.

All she needs is love.


Her secrets

Spot her memories.

She still lives

In her house.

Her time smashed into pieces.

She's expendable


In her flesh.

For the street beggars,

Pawnbrokers

Are precious.

Now, they note her golden cage.

Her thoughts escaped them.

Poem by Marieta Maglas