It is a cage, within a cage, within a cage.
This imprisonment is multilayered
Each layer is so dramatic. So exhausting.
There was that dream once of being free.
Now it remains an abstract concept.
Everytime there is the feeling of freedom,
The nagging notion of impending doom
Accompanies it like silence before storms.
Maybe when or if these bonds ever break
I will miss the shackles for ol’ times sake.