Existence

 

Surrounded

hemmed in

suffocated from life

perpetually a prisoner

from the world about

Encircled by convention

stunted by false love

a self made cell

from which escape

is only for the birds 

of paradise

Pressed down and locked

desires pitted with shame

a weighty past as a 

stone around the neck

Where is the passage

to freedom, the way

of escape or are we

doomed to a fruitless

existence of frustration

and inevitability

Will I ever fly

from the cage

with wings outstretched