Aviary: Anguish Of A Withered Soul

I know what a caged bird feels, Alas!
Squatting in its wretched perch,
A being chiseled out of clay,
Longing for the day she can fly to the blue.

Each day the longing envelopes,
As she looks for the very clue,
The clue of her life that's waiting to lurk,
As the predator turns to its toes.

She knows as all caged birds do,
That one day she will flee,
And with that freedom she will glee,
As onwards to the sky she shall glide.

The wind shall hit her,
As she sails through the storms,
The smooth tidings and the heavy rain's,
She shall brave them all.

Longing for that happiness,
Beating her wings determined to be free,
She beats till her blood sheds on the bar,
She beats till it stains with her tears.

She awaits for the very day,
Knowing not whether she would attain,
That one thing she longs for,
Alas! I know what a caged bird feels.

~The Exorbitant Route ~

The pain of build up,
The pain of break,
Growing wild vines around,
An inescapable route.

You were once a pal,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Eye to eye,
Heart to heart,
And soul to soul,
Not a word uttered,
But even the classified within reach.

What went wrong?
Where did the drought strike,
A throbbing migraine you became,
A word uttered and pure murder,
Fight over fight,
Differences over and over again,
Not even one right,
All just wrong.

The strings tension grew weak,
Words beyond mend,
Torn apart and blazed in fire,
The sins singed by the devil,
Curse him. Ditch him. Hurt him,
Cried the nefarious being.

But beyond the darkness was the light,
There was sanity,
Pure clarity,
Mistakes done here and there
was to be amended,
Should be amended.

With a heart of hope and pure humanity,
A hand extended towards the dark,
Catching a hold of the yet to be hopeless one.

Cried and laughed did they over the silly mistakes,
Mending slowly what once was something glorious,
A sight of this
Oh! Would have been a tear in the eye,
For what beauty could go beyond this.

These mended beings now reflected light,
The very light that shone their eyes,
Ages past and lo behold there it is again,
A light that shone bright,
With a splendor of emotions.

At last one would feel a warmth in the heart,
For we are finally free,
For we are finally at home,
For we are finally at peace.