CAGED
Do these bars restrict
at the mercy of my master's whip?
I crave for freedom,
To see again, the sun's pleasure;
To sit again by the shore.
Caged,
In this helpless pit,
My wails are seldom heard.
My wings can barely spread,
I strive for essence.
Hands cuffed, legs tied,
For freedom, my poor soul yearns.
©Oluwatobiloba Akinnate
©BIG NATÈ CREATIVES