Free verse № 18276
Life of a Cubicle Dweller
Lifeless gray
Filling the space I live
Looking over cubicle walls
To a view of day???s wakening
Watching as the sun shines bright
Over trees and skies of blue
Wishing I could be among the geese
As they soar through the air
But alas, I am bound
To this lowly cage
Until the evening comes
When the sun lays to rest
But soon, I will be able to bask
In the warmth of the sun
But for now, I must stay
For dawn to dusk is a way of life
In this compact little space
I must call my home
7 comments
"Wishing I could be among the geese" says it all. there are at least 3 other lines tacked on around this one which are completely unnecessary--this one says it all. learn to cut away. this is a beautiful line. cut this poem down by half, made up of lines like this, and you will have a gem.
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