A Bird in a Cage

Tiredness is a thing of the past,

This monster is a fiend I cannot outlast.

The depth of want and despair, beyond that of any other.

The breadth of 'I don't know', all so vast to another.

Lost in a fog, a dark endless smog.

Where is the light?

Why is it always endless night?

That weighted blanket, so heavy and encompassing as it covers and smothers until I can't stand, until I can barely even breathe.

That dark cloud of fog, so thick and confusing as it swirls and twirls until I can't think, until I can barely even speak.

The body that once was so able and free, now shut up, trapped, incapable and never to be.

A bird in a cage, wings clipped, broken and silenced.

Lost and alone, aching and disgraced.

Time stands still.

Yet the world rushes past.

It's ok- it won't last.

No more tears He promised.

No more suffering or pain.

So much will come.

So much to gain.

-Written by The Secret Shadow Scribe.