A lonely dove

Its pure white feathers

Itching to go outside, to see the world

Yet it cannot for its owner has the key

The key to its freedom

So it must wait

Until the owner decide to unlock its cage

And so it stays

Trapped with no way of getting out

Watching hopelessly from its place

Behind metal bars

Seeing the other birds of its owner fly in the sky

The wonderful colors in the sky

Red, yellow, blue, and even black

Looking at them with eyes full of longing

Looking at them with eyes full of hope

Looking at them with eyes full of sadness

All it wants is to fly with them

To soar in the sky

To be free from its cage

Yet it cannot

A/N: I wrote this imagining the birds as emotions. White for purity. Red for anger. Yellow for happiness. Blue for sadness. Black for evil. But this is just me; you guys are free to interpret this poem as you wish.