Friday, July 10, 2009

CROSSROADS

Like a bird in a cage,
The sun waiting to rise,
The prisoner behind the walls….

I feel trapped,
I am suspended in space,
I can’t feel the ground…..

Just before the end,
The hour before the sun rises,
Like the beginning,
Before the end….

At crossroads,
This is so hard,
It cuts like a knife………….

© thelma migue 2009

2 comments:

  1. Like the persona, we all face Crossroads at, almost, all times. Good work Thelma, bless you lots.
    LARRY LIZA.

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  2. I felt like there was more to be told but u made ur point nonetheless. Nice.

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