I, like most people, dabbled in poetry during my life.
It was always dark and morbid – a doorway, a mental release.
I haven’t written poetry for years, and to be honest, I wasn’t very good at it, but it served its purpose.
So … for something a little different … I give you ‘Imagination Cage’.
Imagination Cage
I live this life like a useless grain of salt.
Rubbed into a wound that will forever be my fault.
I try to reach out, to grasp what should be there.
And every time my grip tightens, hidden in the dark, it stares.
I struggle to find the answer within this torrid wave of rage.
Perhaps my heart is just a cruel mirage in an imagination cage.
The hope will always linger while that thing in the dark looks on.
But I’ll always know, deep inside this shell, the chance is forever gone.
© Troy Barnes 2009