BONDAGE

Who tore the voice
from the throat of the nightingale
and stripped the wings from her back?
her lovesong no longer brings joy to the garden.

Why does her heart still beat
and tears stream from her sightless eyes?

The man-made cage is not nearly as much a prison
as life on earth to the soul that longs for flight.
pray for the angel of death to release her tonight,
then lay her to rest in a painted box
at the foot of the banyan tree…
finally free.
 

~Broken Wings~

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