Cage of Guilt

Written for:  Quickly – “bird in a guilty cage” – Play It As It Lays

guilty

You fill my cage
with your green
guilt. You deny
me my freedom,
denied your own.
Once I sang vibrato
flitting from
branch to branch.
Now I prefer
silence. I wish
you would not sing
while I live in your cage
of green guilt.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Cage of Guilt

  1. Jules says:

    I have been there and done that.
    Learning to escape can be hard, but also rewarding.

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