PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There

is a cage

around me, getting

smaller day by day. I'll never

be able to get out, I'll never find the way. My cage is getting

smaller, I can barely even breathe. I'm beginning to feel left out, as

everyone starts to leave. My friends told me everything, now

they're silent as stars. It's as if I weren't alive, it's like I

lived on Mars. My cage is getting smaller, I'm

running out of space. There's nowhere

to run, I'm about to lose the race

Whoever made this cage will

surely set me free, then I

finally realize, the

creator was

me