I'm trapped inside a ray of light,
a solid cube of no delight.
The sun breaks through,
the window creaks.
The simple words, I dare to keep.
The birds come flying through the air,
The flowers bloom,
but trees are bare.
'So' locked inside my own small cage,
desire of thoughts that start to pace.
A pale white page lies next to me,
my mind; a vicious melody.
The clouds float quiet in the sky,
the lust for love won't step aside.
How can you make a "starving" poem?
A small wide glade where daises grow.
If pictures are worth a thousand words,
Then I shall let my emotions flow.