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BEHIND THE BARS.
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Sadness
I watched him as he paced the cage,
Up and down,up and down.
Boredom and disinterest lying
Shadowed in his eyes.
My heart was crying,crying for him
In his prison pacing,pacing.
He must have died a thousand deaths
Behind those soulless bars.
Far off woods and mountains beckoned,
Calling,calling from his young days.
Meadow songs faint echoed from
Beyond his prison walls.
Dull eyes followed as I left him.
Did he sense my heart was wringing?
Even yet his torment tears me,
Bear behind the bars
This is a really good poem in its literal form and its symbolism. You use the emotions of not only one person, but two. You don't focus on one's person'ss persceptive, but both. It's smooth and rythmic like his pacing. Yet, I wonder if he's really in a prison or imprisoned by his emotinoal, mental state.
This is a really good poem in its literal form and its symbolism. You use the emotions of not only one person, but two. You don't focus on one's person'ss persceptive, but both. It's smooth and rythmic like his pacing. Yet, I wonder if he's really in a prison or imprisoned by his emotinoal, mental state.