The world goes around,
Not noticing that I’m there,
Forgetting,
Ignoring,
Blinded.
I sit here alone,
as the wind comes through holes towards my back,
as my eyes look around,
my ears hear everything,
But I’m not paying attention,
Just as the world is doing to me.
The ones I care for are all here,
not around me,
but they are all here,
Forgetting,
Ignoring,
Blinded.
As everyone here is,
Blinded by what is supposed to be our perfect tomorrow.
The world goes around,
Forgetting about this one soul all alone.
The wind blows through the tiny holes onto my back again,
As I watch my blinded friends.
The world goes around,
leaving us here in the spacious cage of metal,
Sheets of and almost transparent green covering most of the view outward
onto the outer life.
That is where the wind comes through,
Through the tiny holes of the sheets.
I look behind me through many small holes that create one big one to my
eyes.
And I see something.
It’s those things.
The things that are supposed to take us home.
The place where we are supposed to feel safe,
Where we are obligated to want to stay.
I zone back to the reality and
I hear something,
A voice
and automatically my body knows where to go.
The voice says that it’s time to go change.
I get up and walk alone through the small opening leading to the outside of
this cage.
Then I walk.
The world goes around,
Leaving me on my own,
Forgetting,
Ignoring,
Blinded.
I walk along with the blinded others.
The light on my face and back disappears as I and the others walk between
two things.
The things are these brick walls.
Two tall brick walls,
If I were to go around I would get separated from the others
The blinded others....

At last we are here...
We are at the bigger cage...
This one is made of bricks, concrete, and metal...
We blindly walk into the cage and walk down a white corridor.
The corridor has brown rectangles on it...
Behind the rectangle in which the blinded girls and I enter, is another
cage,
a cage where we are to change
I walk to my corner and shed my outer uniform and put my own back on.
Then, I am done.

I walk out of that cage to find myself in another,
This one darker than the others,
This one more suffocating than the others.
I walk alone to my blinded friends all standing quietly by the rectangle in
which
we are to leave this cage....

Finally, the noise rings...
It tells us that we can leave our cage.
Only to find that once I and the others exit through the rectangles,
We are only to be found.. In another cage.
This one with the same white corridors as the other.

I walk down them as others pass me by,
Running... as if there is no tomorrow.
I walk and walk and walk,
Until finally, I reach my destination....
My blue metal box that resembles all the other cages.
This box helps me to have a place to keep my things.
I grab them and go.

Leaving my blue box resembling the cages....

I walk and walk more....
To more rectangles...
This time, they lead me to a cage,
an extremely large cage.
One that seems to have no boundaries..
And there is the thing
The thing that is supposed to take me home....
Should I go?
If I don’t I will be stuck here...
If I do, I might end up in another cage...


*Authors note: Yes, I changed the last line. I didn't really like the
one I had b4. ( 9-27- 04) and thanks to those who appriciate and like this
poem. This is one of my personal favorites...*



 
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