my chest is no longer a chest but a cage which my deepest of feelings find themselves trapped with rugged locks offering the glint of freedom
they swell from deep within their waves lapping against the iron bars screaming into the darkness begging to be heard through their piercing of my silence
but who is around to translate their cries? who might speak the world’s language well enough to decipher the mystic codes in which my soul communicates?
these words will never escape their holding cell and will never reach the surface water will forever seep into their lungs and their cries will become gurgles under the unforgiving pressure of the tides
no matter how far down i swim to their rescue or countless rings of keys i try my tortured words will never reach their page or escape the deadly prison of my mind