Break Away
I miss the golden sun that shimmers in the sky.
It’s warm touch against my face.
The birds that sung their sweet songs to greet the morn;
Their melodious tune still ring in my ears
I remember the scent of fresh cut grass;
Lying upon the soft vegetation as it stained my clothes.
The wind picked up dead leaves and tossed them about.
It seems as though they were dance along to the songs of the birds.
When the day was done, the moon took to the skies.
Its luminescent glow seemed mesmerizing.
An entire array of sounds would fill the night.
It was like listening to a nocturnal symphony.
I yearn to remove myself from behind these metal bars.
The outside world is calling my name.
It would taunt me as if to make a joke.
I yell in rage, and then cry in defeat.
I kick and scream with all my might.
Maybe my sheer strength could break the bars;
Those horrid bars which trapped me from the outside world.
Why can’t I be free?
My prison, my cell, the only thing I call my own.
I want to break away from this agonizing life.
My soul desires to walk amongst the open air.
I want to be free.