Published October 12, 2011
Caged...
What am I supposed to do
when all I feel is trapped?
Caged like an animal
on display?
My breathing room is slowly
diminishing, growing smaller
with each breath I take.
Consuming me.
I’m constantly looking around,
at this desolated land,
searching for some glimmer
of hope.
There is no hope,
no joy to be found.
It’s like every time
I turn my back
I’m being judged.
How am I supposed to
know what is a lie,
and what is the truth?
My mind is in a whirlwind.
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Wow, this is a really intriguing(?) story. I like the way you wrote it, my favorite books like Crank are like this. You have a real act for writing and I would love to read more by you. I like the mood you set and the questions you put into the readers head. It makes everything a lot more exciting and fun. This way we can think, "What's going to happen next?"
~wtbh
PS. Sorry about my spelling. I'm not really the greatest at it.