#captor
Only fools would lock birds in a cage.
There they grow, and with them grows their rage.
In their eyes you can see the desire
to break free, to tear down the barbed wire,
and to launch at their captor, with claws—
sinking deep in his flesh all because—
—only fools would lock birds in a cage,
where they grow, and with them grows their rage.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 2:17 PM UTC
I cut my roots I don’t know where I began
Suffering for you again and again
Compromising with my captor
When will I end this chapter
How do you escape a fate that you create
One day I’ll leave this place
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC
I sing to my captor through the bars,
But all he does is mock me, mimic my song,
Trapped, ensnared, fortified.
I have not yet learned to fly
But I have not yet yearned to die:
There is still time to hope, to dream, to fail.
Time has allowed me to realise many a thing,
Like the key that I clasp and the lock that it fits
Just. Out. Of. Reach.
Time has allowed me to reflect,
Like the mirror that shows me my captor,
Previously a window, now a truth.
Just. Out. Of. Time.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
I watched the stars with you and I was hypnotized
Since then I have not been able to come out from under their spell
I awaken with the night
And tire with the day
My soul is tied to the beaming white moon
As I long float away with the clouds you seem to be trapped in
The sky is my prison
And the moon is my captor.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
I am stuck in a sticky state.
I’m a piece of gum,
thoroughly chewed.
By now, quite overused,
I've lost all taste.
My life has become an endless blur,
every day the same,
like an old song on repeat.
Overplayed,
I’m sick of it,
and have been for quite some time now.
I need change,
desperately,
achingly,
need it.
I can’t live like this anymore,
can’t live every day on repeat,
never changing my pattern,
never changing beat.
Nothing anymore makes me happy,
no food tastes as sweet
as it did before,
when my life was filled with open doors,
with opportunities,
change,
chances to rearrange,
to take on new adventures
every day.
But now, every day is a struggle,
always the same.
My depression has taken charge,
taken over what little control
I had left in my life.
It is my captor, and I its hostage,
locked up in its grasp, its chains,
until further notice.
I pray for the day
that it sets me free,
which is hopefully soon,
but probably never.
I’ll die before it lets me go,
yet I sometimes feel like death
would be better than feeling this low;
it would be release,
release from my endless days on repeat,
for which life just can’t seem to cease.
But for now I am stuck.
I am the gum you've been gnawing on for hours,
and you want so badly to spit me out,
but now just isn't the right time.
So you keep
chew
chew
chewing
that tasteless gum of mine,
wishing you could trade it out
for a piece with real flavor.
All I wish for
is a life with real meaning,
so that finally, again,
I can start feeling.
Until then,
I am numb,
much overchewed,
tired and used,
and feeling abused
by my own mind,
this cruel, cruel depression
that’s running my life,
and now I’m running out of time.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC