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Poetry: Being trapped

The bars of my cage are thick and fast,
For I am trapped,
My will is sapped,
Cold steel to bind me at the last,
And I am prison pent.



Caged like some poor tragic beast,
I cower here,
Consumed by fear,
Of all God's creatures, I'm the least,
My time on Earth is spent.



And as my cage grows smaller still -
The bars move in
To scourge my sin -
I feel a cold and final chill...
And see what my life meant.



For at the last, I love my life,
Now at it's end
Without a friend,
It stabs my heart, this deadly knife,
And begins my dark descent.





For I am trapped, and cannot rise,



There is no key



To set me free,



I cast my gaze up to the skies



To sing my last lament.

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