Birdcage

The long metal curves are united again
forming into a sphere of claustrophobia
This room is being clouded by darkness
There's no moon, no clouds seen from the outside
Only pitch black.

The floor is open for an hour of tears
that shed for an unidentified reason
Crickets share their selfish sounds
Disturbing the night that only offered silence

The bird, trapped in the human box, is feeding on
restless thoughts
Hungry for companionship, thirsty for love
Yet its only way out is the sun that would appear after hours.

Fifteen minutes to eight; the night is still young
Her mind is divided into two--peace and chaos.
Where are the humans? It's hopeless at this moment.
Need to wait for what they call "tomorrow".

The hours are walking very slowly
Pausing is not even enough
Her brain is drying up, but there's no way out.


She is still in the birdcage.