I’m falling off my perch
Eyes are closed against the sight
My talons loosing strength
Will my wings surrender to the plight
When once I soared above the sky
With feathers sleek as black steal
Now my dark metallic coat weighs me
Pleading for Death’s sweet feel
Plummeting, even to end it all
Won’t save me from this eternal hell
I will still die a caged bird
Forever to be trapped in this cell
And with sullen red eyes I see
As the world around me suffers all
My small body is numb and immune
As I will myself just to fall
Inside my two racks of ribs it pounds
My heart is beating heavily with red
It’s blood pumping to escape me
Just like me, it would rather be dead
A heart wants to break the ribcage
Born unto an enclosure of it’s own knowing
Neither can it live with, nor without
The blood is pain even in its’ flowing
Each breath into my beak hurts me
I just want to tumble over the ledge
And never see those wicked bars again
I’m a caged bird, gone over the edge
-Elizabeth