Cage

My body is a cage.

Its walls made of flesh and tissue

As long as I am trapped in this body

I will never be free.

 

My lips are sealed together

Locking away the words I so badly wish to say

Holding in secrets 

That are forever burrowing deeper inside me.

 

There are metal bars surrounding my heart

Holding my soul in an iron fist

Rusted chains dig into my skin

Holding me down against the tear soaked concrete. 

 

The blood that courses through my veins 

Is bitter and cold

The air I inhale

Is toxic.

 

My 

Body 

Is 

Cage

And 

Am 

Holding 

Me 

Captive. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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