Caged With Clipped Wings

The wilting of wings

behind iron grip;

clipped off and flaccid

is each rigid rip

Hand crafted splendour

created most grand

labyrinth beauty

hidden in smote hand

Cagèd in spirit,

soul being smothered –

Cries and pleas stifled

within viced cover

Wounded eyes peer out.

These wings want to fly;

to orb horizon

and imprint wide sky…

Fly away, be free.

Heed: the time is now.

Battered and broken

these wings forget how