Cages

Flick of a switch
A shake and a shove
Awoken to be captured
And dragged into their cage

Thrown into a room
Cramped with fear
Atop the ghosts of girls
Who once lived free

Stare outside all twelve hours
Watch the geese plod on the snow
Until you seem to have forgotten the chill of winter
And shut the blinds in despair

The redundant smell of wet cement
Ever increasing the frustration
Of being locked behind a slanted door
And never allowed to be free

Flick of a switch
A shake and a shove
Awoken to be captured
And dragged into their cage

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