A Gilded Cage

A sheltered girl in a sheltered home, no freedom of speech to call her own, locked and trapped in a gilded cage, nothing to do but nurse her rage, doesn't she see that she can get out? but no, she holds to her belief without a doubt that the only way out is death or insanity, so now all she has to do is to find the key, the way to unlock the door to immortality, to find out whether it's bliss or blankness, a bitter irony, for all of her life has been a blankness, a joke, just her pulling at the ebony yoke of her parent's wishes and dreams for her, hadn't they realized that they might smother a young girl's dreams for freedom and love, and yet, now her only wish is for help from above, holding up a knife, staring at this poem, she brings an end to her life - never more her parent's golem.A rather tired old poem done a long time ago and distributed over many sites in the past, but which, I think, still holds a point. Written when a friend was feeling suicidal. I've edited it a word at a time here and there with every submition to varios places. I still can't think of anything to do about the four lines of rhyming the "ee" sound without altering the whole poem, though... my bad. Anyway, comment if you wish. It's up to you. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 02:26 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1