Encased
My hands bound,
Legs tied to the ground.
I am helpless,
And my mind can have its way
With me,
Just as it pleases.

Show me
Your tortuous tendencies,
Or sporadic mercy.
I hope for the latter;
I hope for at least a speck of love this time.

I may very well attempt to escape,
But I have done as much as I can in the past,
And know most actions are futile.

There was a moment where the bindings had loosened.
I found that out when I began to love and be happy for myself,
But would tighten as soon
As I once again lost hope.

I hope to one day escape,
And gain unlimited freedom.