Escape
Behind osteal prison bars
Silence fills the void of a caged heart
No more song just a muted voice
For there is nary a soul to sing to
Dirty and tattered from the wear and tear of time
No brilliant plumage left to display
Where everything is in black and white
Clipped wings-grounded-returned to earth
White eyes-glazed with cataracts
Blinded by the world
Waiting for the gate to open
Where freedom dances in the arms of death
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