A cold lifeless dungeon
Filled with bars on every side
I try to get out of this wrecked place but with the strings attached I feel as if I should stay
Day after day
Those days turn into weeks
Weeks turning to months
And months to years

I’m not talking about prison or jail
but the suffocation I feel trapped in my very home
The home everyone tends to feel good and warm
But all I feel is exhaustion and fear
Trapped and no way of getting out
This queen and king pieces of the board are to blame
They manipulate and maneuver each and every move of the pawns in the game

I’m tired of this game and I want to get out
I want to explore the world on my own
But no
With the strings attached I am trapped behind these bars.
© PomPurin