Captured.

Captured.

Kept in a glass box.

Not able to leave.

Captors follow every move I make, can’t escape.

Every time I try to leave, they stop me and put me back.

If I can’t go through, I try going under. Thwarted.

Digging the very ground beneath me. Can’t breathe.

No more.

No more.

No more.

I wake up “free” ... suspicious, how could that be?

I leave cautious, paranoid, not knowing how this happened.

Is it a trick? It must be a trick. 

Any time now, they’ll find me and put me back;

But I keep moving, trying, hoping. Scared, but

This is all I have, this is the chance I made.

I have to take it, I have to leave,

I must escape.