Glass Box
I sit between my walls of glass
Encased in crystal, like a thought
Trapped within a dream.
The walls stand untouched,
Their clarity unmarred,
By an outside force.
The glass gleams enthusiastically,
As my eyes stare out, saddened.
My hands caress the smooth walls.
There's no way out.
Frustrated, I yell;
"Free me from this glass prison.
This is not my body.
Allow my soul to be unchained,
And freed from this place."
Pennaceous wings sprout from my back.
I glide through the pure air.
My fist breaks through the glass,
Sending a shower of crystalline shards,
Across my face.
(A/N: It isn't THAT depressing....)