Distorted Cages - A Poem

Title is kind of crappy :( Ignore it, I couldn't come up with a better one. Here's another poem. I swear I'll have a happy one up soon! But read this for now. Haven't been able to write poetry since my poem spam last month. It feels good to write like this again.

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Rusted, locked up bird cages

Breeding places for old rages

The glowing light seems so surreal

Death has already closed the deal

While broken hearts steadily bleed

Betrayal plants a sullen seed

The pressure tears at happy minds

And individuality meets its binds

Heartless jailers stand alone

Trapped in silent jails of their own

Humans are sheep, with gods as herders

You never forget the eyes of a murderer

Good reasons don’t exist anymore

The only ones given are sad and poor

There isn’t anything worth anything left

“Death” will always rhyme with “breath”

The clock is running out of precious time

And everyone is guilty of the same crime

The longest word used to be “smile”

But now it doesn’t stretch a mile

It doesn’t stretched out of sight

And crumbles under the weakest might

A pathetic, worthless, melancholy gesture

It only helps old wounds fester

It’s ridiculous how pathetic we are

We don’t take care of the land we scar

So many now have nowhere to go

Choking to death in the endless snow

Even if tears are shed

Blood will still always run red

Cruelness is so easily shown

Nobody has a good thought to loan

There is no significance in a single tear

And every day is lived in fear

Mechanical laughter and brainwashed thoughts

Has anyone even considered the cost?

Is this what we are, so blatantly conceited?

The human spirit is so defeated

Is this the definition of a good world?

It’s a place where evil plots are easily furled

Rain and petals float softly to the ground

Just cover your ears – block out the sound

A broken person doesn’t speak

Once strong thoughts become weak

There is no border between hope and despair

Dreams are torn down without a care

The gates have finally swung tightly closed

The final song has been composed

Through a distorted lens, a perfect world is seen

People go on what they just barely glean

Incorrectly, a criminal is hung

The dead sing what can’t be sung

It doesn’t matter how loud you cry

We still don’t know what it takes to fly