Cages

Trapped within this clear glass cage

Feed upon my fear and rage

Images flash, they invade my mind

All the things that can never be mine

Glide my hand across the glass looking for a crack

Perfect and smooth but I can feel it waiting to attack

Claustrophobic as the nothingness infects my skin

Clawing and thrashing as it burrows deep within

The walls are constricting and contracting

And I can’t stop myself from reacting

Against my will I begin to scream

My glass walls fracture then shatter like a dream

The backlash of glass rips through my skin

And before I can even think of escaping I’m in a cage again

AN: I rarely find it necessary to clarify my poems, but here I will just in case there is any confusion.

I think the end is a lil’ hazy so I figured I tell you ...

The second “cage” is a metaphor for death, namely bleeding to death but nonetheless.

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