Identity II: The Cage Escapes
Hyn Edwit is a university student who writes poems and stories reflecting his inner thoughts.
Bloodshot
eyes with tears crimson cradling
my face as the moon gazed
indifferent to the innocent
I once was...
I remember
living, breathing
in the ember
of some being
She laughed and smiled
She called my name
But then she cried
When the dark came
She embraced me
reassuring
that it is okay
I am unique
she always say
sighing
apologizing, telling me
convincing herself that
I'm the innocent
I can learn how to be
The days went by
the world grew small
A place so high
confined and tall
She found a house
A home she called
My sanctuary
adorned with roses wilted, whispering
welcome, my soul
rejoiced, I ran
painting pavement with crimson
and laughter of the so called
innocent
Not long after furious
she appeared
trembling, disgusted
at the innocent she made
Not long after
furious was she
crying, disgusted
at the innocent
Not long after
she was crying
the moon shattered
my whole being
The roses bloomed
strings loomed in
yet a glimpse of triumph
dawned over me
Never was I the prisoner
I served as her cage
the moon should be free
from a broken innocent
Void entered my vision,
tears of crimson still cradled my face
I remember wilted roses, whispering
welcome, my soul
rejoiced for the last time.
Pavement painted with blood
of the pretentious innocent
now revealed its true reflection, revering
my reality,
my buried identity
grinning I realized
the scoundrel that I am
desperately lived
and eternally will mark
the house
of the innocent's
prisoner
© 2020 Hyn Edwit
What do you think of this poem?
Hyn Edwit (author) on December 16, 2020:
Good day, Ruby!
Yes, you did! Our character here was caged to an identity someone gave him at a very young age but it was hard for him to contain who he really was despite how he was trained day and night to believe he isn't his own self. Later on, he set himself free and the process was metaphorically shown in the first poem, The Dance of the Scoundrel.
Thank you very much for stopping by.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on December 16, 2020:
My, this is deep, yet I felt the pain of feeling caged and set free. I am sitting here wondering if I truly realized your meaning?
