Golden Cage

Confined in a palace;

Gold, rubies, diamonds in your hands.

Servants at your feet;

too many breathing-s in your atmosphere.

Body lying on cashmere,

but only he decides when you sleep.

Eyes admire your tiara;

you gave up many rights for that.

Voice sold;

you’re not allowed to express your opinion.

Jealous of the birds;

they fly away from your gardens.

Sealed gates hurt your lungs;

the golden locks don’t change that.

Chest thirsty for freedom’s rain;

you exchanged that fountain.

Word was kept, he did what promised;

“You will live like a queen”.

You realize what you forgot;

I didn’t ask what’ll be the cost.

Shiny peel, with wilted core;

in your golden cage, lost, alone.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives