The Free Captive...

the years
caged me, i am held captive
by the time that
it is keeping,
i keep memories of
captivity,
i peck upon those
grains
and rest upon
a satisfied
belly,
some people are bothered
why i do not escape
when the door is open
and there is no
one
guarding it,
the captor had long died
due to
insomnia

time made me
fall in love
with
captivity and since
then
it has made me feel
that i
am freer
than those who
dive in air
and plunge themselves
too painfully
on land.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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