Terry Searcy

Freshman - 516 Points (Marc 3,1965 / Chicago)

The Dream - Poem by Terry Searcy

The cage door is locked
My hands are bound
I sit with folded hands and a blank stare watching the clock
The alarm sounds and my door opens
The day has begun
They lather me up and wash me down
They dress me and send me out into the world
Is this a reprieve, has the governor called
I drive and it seems the car knows the way
I arrive at a building and I walk in and see many cages
With saddened eyes I find my way to mine
Chains bind me once more
And they speak to me as a servant and expect perfection
I look around and see the eyes of the beaten lives
This world has taken my dreams from me
It has taken away the silver lining and replaced it with hate
I do as they say, some day I will break free of this cage that holds me
But today I sit and plan my escape
The evening comes and they release me from my chains
I walk to my car desperate to leave this place and return to the cage I call home
The money comes in and I plot to save and then life hits and I am broke again
The money comes and goes and I am amazed at this life
And I repeat this day after day until the end
This life is a joke, the dream is a nightmare and we all live it every day

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 27, 2015

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