I Write Mediocre Poetry

Lost in my slumber of my dreams in the night,
A bird stirring and fidgeting without any might,
Behind my cage yearning and looking for light,
Just left with worry and restless feelings of being uptight,

A bird without wings locked away in a cage,
Pent up emotion and rage but nothing to say,
The repetition, the mundane occurrences day after day
Dreaming this moment of finally flying away,

To pretend to be happy brings the greatest regret,
Just left to dream and self reflect,
Reaching out into thin air and unable to connect,
To once just break this monotony of knowing what comes next,

How does one dance in a locked room all alone,
Can one beat to a rhythm which is always monotone,
Dreaming of better things and not to fear the unknown,
But unable to break free and truly roam,

Always making excuses to keep the chains on which bind,
Living in the past and dreading the passage of time,
Self loathing and regrets can be so sad and unkind,
How to escape and find, somebody I can trust to walk with freely all the way down the line,

Life can be quite unfair to the humble and meek,
We all must remember what we sow we do reap,
I pray to you God for my soul to always keep,
Now back behind my cage without any key, begging for more dreams as I again get lost in my sleep...