Not Enough

What first made you study English?

A constant struggle for this position.

The idea of the mind; constructed and expressed through language.

This poet speaks of mankind, is he kind to man?

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Caged Bird

I speak but noone can hear

I flap but noone lets me out.

I want to fly,

free into the big blue thing,

sometimes it changes to dark.

that’s okay. I’d rather be

up high, away from this black prison.

Big things moving,

Help let me out I squawk

but no help.

Do I stay here till I die?

all I want to do is fly.

 

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Cold. Freezing cold

It was quiet but not anymore,

school holidays filled the absence.

The whoosing of driving cars,

steam from the hot road.

 

A stretch of trees – dull colours

dragged through the raindrops.

Birds chirped across the clouded sky.

Cold. Freezing cold.

The winter sky hugged the hills,

yet the moon is hidden

and I could not relax.
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