Caged

Margaret V.Doran

Always, in a mirror, my eyes are red
          for lack of crying
always, under the surface, tears wait to be shed
          for all the things left unexpressed
I should find some comfort in this abyss
          knowing that I am only caged . . . not dead

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Updated March 8, 2005
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