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Trapped in this cage called life.
Always striving to be free.
Trying to see what can not be seen.
To hear what can not be heard.
This cage is all around me.
Its bars i can not break.
In vain i try to free myself.
As it shall always be.
Yet forever i must try.
Ever so eternally. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => troubadour [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

This cage called life.

Contributed by troubadour on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 10:45:59 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I am a wandering soul at heart.
Trapped in this cage called life.
Always striving to be free.
Trying to see what can not be seen.
To hear what can not be heard.
This cage is all around me.
Its bars i can not break.
In vain i try to free myself.
As it shall always be.
Yet forever i must try.
Ever so eternally.

Copyright © troubadour ... [ 2004-06-11 22:45:59]
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Re: This cage called life. (User Rating: 1 )
by jmt25607 on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 10:52:52 PM AEST
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this is a great poem and i know what you mean experly being a teen i hate all these rules asiteatea made for us and how there is a perfect way kids should act and to me i feel traped traped in what people want me to be instead of what i really am.. thank you for shareing this poem with us (and i hope i spelled everything right)

Re: This cage called life. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 11:18:25 PM AEST
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Yeah well try going crazy. That's no fun. No matter how hard you try, you can't get back in the box. Like the second suicide becomes a goal, your soul dies, and you are no longer like the rest of the living. Just a body of misery and death. When people you love die and people just laugh at your misery, you know you are dead. Be grateful and grow up. It's better that watching everyone die. (by the way im not just some idiot stuck on greif...i still have some more time to go before i become that...my death was only 3 weeks ago)

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