Cage

At first-

My body
Woed in intimidation-
Then
Envy; acting out of spite-

Then hate

Later-
Sympathy,
In knowing that
You've met your fate.

And now,

Even more,
You poor thing.

You took the dead
Body I was carrying
Around;

And now it's your job-
Your problem,

To breathe life into it.

And the audacity
Of thinking you could
Is laughable-

Because
I am energy
And light
And sun,

And everything,

And though his gray
Face
Makes it evident-

I am
Expendable to some;

I am air

All the same.


And now,

After words lost...
Having nothing
To say-

I leave those

Cut feet-
By your blades

Behind me...

Because I've got wings now-

And you've got
Nothing,

But something
Dead-

A Cheap,
Empty,
Cold-
Metal

Cage.