Feb 11, 2004
In the darkness of sleep,
A songbird beats clipped wings
Against the bars of terrible fear.
Wander up and down the stairs, to and fro,
Hurling a response to the stillness.
Cries laugh
And quickly, because there is no way of killing voices.
No more within me.
No more time.
Found poem from a page from Anne Frank's diary. I wrote this in 8th grade. Cut up the exerpt and glued it on teal paper. Then I drew a bird in a bird cage on it. I have no idea where it is now.
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