A Butchered Dream

Out of my cage, I perceive a life,

Brighter than a star, greater than my mind.

Longing to be there, longing to find an energetic pill,

For my body is full of sears of friends and time.

A needed old dream forever!



With my pen in hand, I ‘m standing still,

Thinking of nothing, yet still thinking,

Waiting for the winds to blow me far away,

And hoping the doomsday to be so near

To live away once and forever.



For long I am no longer an angel in the cage,

No longer a sweet on men’s tongues,

No longer bearing enervating and fleeting words,

No longer acting the fool on the stage.

I am longing for a change forever.



But when my eyes open, all appears a dream,

For my rhizomes are tethered and stable,

And the threads of the past all around me,

Covering the fire inside.

But this is not the way forever.



The fire is glowing, burning, burning and burning

Till the threads loosened, the roots chattered,

The cage melted and freedom waved,

And I, with my long disheveled dark dresses,

Become a black devil in the eyes forever.