by Skyless » Mon Apr 21, 2014 7:14 am
Jackson felt the sun from his open window warm against his damp cheeks. He could have sworn that he cried as much as possible, but he thought about how his sister would sit in front of the windows soaking up sun and more tears came. He sat up and covered his face with his hands until the crying subsided.
I know why
the caged bird sings.
A caged bird stands
on a grave of dreams,
his shadow shouts on
a night mares scream.
We think the caged bird sings,
when indeed, he cries.
The song of a bird,
can never be caged.