I am
A captive of this home
This burden of solitude
Mine to carry, alone.
I crave
The sunshine upon my skin
Not its touch from the looking glass
A glimpse of the life I miss.
I lie
Upon this bed of persistent woes
With blankets wrapped like a spider's net
I am to never know the cold.
I see
The seasons change from my windowsill
As my life passes I feel loss
Am I to never know free will?
I cry
Because the doors are all unlocked
The windows are all open
But my mind can't escape this box.