Wednesday, May 2, 2007

The Enslaved

They are all trapped
Trapped in a world of grey
They sing songs of slavery
In their dreams they live in world of color
They pray that the sun will never rise
Life is so dark
It seems it will never end
Until that day
The day their souls are set free


7 comments:

Your Teacher said...

I like this, Michael.

LBH said...

Nice storytelling! I like how you used both sides of the artwork and incorporated them in the writing. A++++!

AnneleiseCapishe said...

sweet dude! i like the art work you chose, your poem went perfect with it!

Katie_2007 said...

i like this poem alot. this poem reminds me of tree life we are stuck in slavery until we are set free. good poem

magic3 said...

I like how you talk about people trapped in the painting of grey and cant get out.

Garnet said...

Good job Michael this is one of my favorite poems of yours~ I love the "In their dreams they live in world of color" it makes you think alot because dreams are even better than people imagine!
very good

george said...

I really like this. The art work adds another component to it that makes it more interesting.