Let It Pour By Lf Poem by jerome moore

caged birds are all we are. wings clipped pinned back until the blood starts to pour. what we have is never enough. until the day we die we'll be screaming 'more more more' they stare and point they poke and tap. they try to take us home. fingers through the cold bars antagonizing us...teasing us. one lick of freedom is what we taste on their human hands. our beaks break for the familiar touch. we bite the hands that feed us until the blood stops pouring. malnourished with the unrealistic realities. fallacies. trapped and suffocating under the neon lights...open twenty four hours.we are vulnerable. our feathers are fleeing. burning out. falling out from the attention of others. all the wrong attention was never our intention. what we wanted was to just be unlocked. to be free. to feel the wind push us back to where we belong. to fly away. to not feel so h o l l o w.

the keys right there in his mouth. my eyes light up with the though of escape. 'if you unclip my wings, i'll unpin yours.' the humans just keep pouring through the doors to see the main attraction... but we're missing out on the action. 'hurry sir' we sing and sing. but he doesn't hear a thing
all he does is s w a l l o w.

(all hope flees

Thank you my soul love.5 years later I found the key