I have this feeling
The feeling so great
To kill that crawling insect
That one moving away
Here in my prison cell
Here in this cage
I feel poison and venom
I feel so much hate
That meager insect,
The one crawling away
Has everything I yearn for
And everything I pray
It can move away, free and unbound
It can face the world, without guilt or a doubt
And I stay here, bound and gagged
And I fight off the light coming through that crack
The light stings my eyes,
And tells me it is day
In the world that made it all dark for me,
In the world I have no say
The desire hits me once again
And I wish I had a stick or a stone
Or even a limb on my crippled body
To hit it before its gone
I fall on the ground, a debilated invalid,
and far from the one moving in the day.
And watch, with eyes clogged and weary,
The creature blocking the ray…
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