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Aug 2014
She tapped the glass,
wondering if she would ever break out of this
apocalyptic prison,
where society molded you.
An untrained sculptor forming
unfinished creations.
Playing God, but in a mortal form,
like last time.

Guess they never told you,
you’ll never be finished.

When no one came to see her,
she tapped harder on the glass.
She tapped out a plead in Morse Code,
a cry to be free.

No one tapped back.

She beat her dainty fist on the glass,
wondering if she remembered signing up for this.

No one heard her fist.

She cried out
yelled,
shouted,
weeped,
shrieked,
yawped.

But all that came out were bubbles,
empty words and soundless cries
for freedom that nobody would hear.
Written by
Daniela  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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