I lay amidst a cage
overtaken by rage.
I fill with despair and hate,
While we ponder and debate,
our bitter fate.
Forlorn and futile my accompanies and I will regret,
Our horrifying effect.
Now the time has come.
For nowhere to hide,
We feel glum.
A last stand perhaps,
But the grave surrealism, that we will collapse.
Wow, that was depressing but really good. You have a really good use of vocab and i like that you made the poem rhyme. I don't really get what the picture has to d with the poem though.
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