Broken Melody


Sing for me the song of the caged bird.
Sing to me that hollow tune.
It tears me apart to hear it,
that broken and tragic melody,
yet it sounds like home.
I sing along with the bird
as it warbles its vacant strain
and my voice melds with its own.
We are both broken,
locked within a cage,
but the bird has been forced into it;
my cage is of my own creation.
The bird, if released,
would fly away to freedom.
I stay curled within my cage
even when the door is opened for me.
Am I happy within my confinement?
Or am I just scared of escape?
I don't know.
Perhaps I am just too destroyed
to know the difference.
I don't know of freedom.
All I know of is
the song of the caged bird.

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