pretty gold cage

like a bird

in a cage

i can't fly

i can't sing

i can't see the sky

or feel the air

to be given wings

with feathers to fly

to know my real purpose

but not be able to rise

from my perch

in a pretty gold prison

i sit all the day

and cry all the night

mourning a life

i don't understand

one with space to grow

one with room to become

what i was made to become

not sit in a pretty gold prison

with a pretty gold key

that i stare at all day

but out of twisted values i stay

and watch the key turn

twisting and teasing

tantalizing

torturing me

just within reach

till i turn too

and ignore the truth

that i am afraid

to touch the key

and be free

-d.b.

10/29/16

Throwback #16

if you see a rain storm

don't stay inside

run out with joy 

and dance

laugh

cry.

-D.B.

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Throwback #10 5/14/2010

all you do is hold them back
all you do is stare
into space
a poker face
behind the darkest veil.
there are days when all you see
is nothing but despair.
we want your smile
you lovely child
we want that veil to tear.
so cry my baby
cry them down
let the tears run down.
all you do is hold them in,
let go and then you’ll smile.

-D.B.
5/14/2010