Man is the Beast

You pass me every day sat far back in my cage.
Soft liquid eyes weary tired resolute.
There was a time long ago, I was called cute.
You see me but you don't see me at all.
Your feet drag heavily as you try not to fall,
bucket clattering the bars as you pass.
It's nearly my time.
Perhaps if I close my eyes turn to the wall you will pass me by forget I exist.
Because if you don't forget.. tomorrow I will no longer be,
not even a memory.

© 2018  Taylor Crowshaw