Can I escape ?
The guard laughs
I swallow hard,
a shiver travels all the way up my spine
Can I bear this weight forever ?
Or will I inevitably face my own doom?
I did not choose the bars from which I lie behind,
and yet now I sit staring at them.
They stare back at me and I am finally able to see;
I will not escape.
For my very prison,
is me.