I sing my song
Of nights alone
And times being wronged
While all along
I sing my song
You listened close
With open ears
And sympathetic tears
But powerful fears
Keep you close but out of reach
So I sing my song
Of hearts being breached
While lynched I leaked
Into the leaches belly
Lifeless eyes
I sing my song
Over again
You know the tune
And from another room
You sing my song
I hear you dear
I raise the tune to drown you out
And vocals tear
My singing stops
I sit and watch
I sit and hear
You sing your fears
I think a song
You sing along
You amaze me so
By things you know
Things not said
And when my vocals bled
You held my head
And sung a song
That changed my life
You sung a song
That changed my life
Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock
3 comments:
When I read this poem, I think about two caged birds- one hanging in its cage in the kitchen and the other hanging in its cage in the living room. The bird in the kitchen sings its song, loud and strong, then it stops. The bird in the living room starts to sing the same song- because it knows why the bird in the kitchen sings that particular tune. Two birds, two cages, different rooms, the same song. A song of freedom, love, joy, peace and happiness. These are the things that change our lives.
The caged bird sings because it can't spead its wings and fly across the blue sky like all the other birds.
The caged bird sings because it does the best it can do with the life it have been given- one of confinement and constraint.
The caged bird sings because that's all it can do- sing its song- in hopes of being free one day.
Free to fly...free to live. Free to live life.
I wrote a poem last year (May 2006) with the same title.
Caged Bird
I am a beautiful bird
who wants to be set free
I'm trapped in this cage
that won't relinquish me
I'm singing my songs
of the freedom I seek
of soaring high in the sky
for everyone to see
I'm pouring out my soul
in these songs that you hear
in hopes of breaking these bars
and bringing freedom near
I am a caged bird
and I know why I sing
I sing because I'm happy
that one day I'll be free
Your poem is so beautiful to me. I can relate to it 100%, feeling like a caged bird sometimes myself. But if you notice, the song of a caged bird is the most beautiful song that you can hear- more beautiful than the birds that fly free in the air. The caged bird sings its beautiful song everyday, all day long. And when two caged birds get together, they make beautiful music!
Keep writing! You have a beautiful song to sing and share with the world!! Whatever you do, don't give up (you are loved)! =)
Bro! Hats off! Being in a long distance relationship with the love of my life, this piece retraces each step we took to get to where we are. And yes, we sang. And we still sing. This is a deep;y personal piece. More men should write like this. Fron high note to higher note, your reach is truly amazing. Never stop singing!
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