how does it feel to be trapped
confined in a glass jar
hearing your own echoes
long after the voice is gone
blessed are you to be free
to not know the touch of shackles
that bleeding of the soul
the dying wails of prison
but what if, the lid was tight
the sunlight, a mere mockery
your breath, stale, reused
imagine yourself chained, and abused
there lies a world of nightmares
one that you read about in books
alas, the fiction is naked real
where flying high is still untrue
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