Entangled in the back
of a midnight SUV
ropes climbed my body
as far as the eye could see

The innocence escaped my soul
like Pandora’s box
and yet with all of the metal sticks
I still refuse to engage with the locks

My hope has flown to Hell
and there it met it’s match
a powerful overdose of
despair, depression, and meaningless cash

My captors amidst
hiding in the front seat
covered in blank expressions
not even glancing at me

The predators lurked
just minutes away
and shabby duct tape covered
what I needed to say

Finders keepers
my family used to say
now it seems anything they touch
is where their money seems to lay