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The Cage I see him hanging there stretched like an animal on a skewer hands above feet below encased in a wall of thick glass I can see straight through his walls I feel his inner torture, yet I cannot break through Ironic - I can see so clearly yet am not allowed to feel That is my torture - I'm kept on the outside looking in He can't see me, well not well at least the walls blur his vision He doesn't know I want to help We could both be saved of our torment, if only he'd just try to work with me Together we can break down any wall "We can send this glass shattering to the floor!" I say But in vain, he can't hear me clearly A muted jumbled mutter is all he hears he thinks i'm YELLING at him! so he allows the glass to become thicker The louder I shout for him to hear, the thicker the walls Soon my vision blurrs too but not from the glass I cry till I pass out swimming in a salty pool of misery he thinks i've given up and gone to sleep oh! if only he could SEE! what evil this is, keeping my love from me society's wrapped ropes around us we're like caged animals and we cry. April 7, 1997 |
