The cheeks blush with crimson rage
As I step out of this rusty cage
To face the music, the false prodigies,
But nobody’s there awaiting me.
The time stands still, it’s almost poetic –
They kept my life highly hectic
As a sorry attempt to confuse me,
To make me less of a human.
They restrained me through battles
So I return to inspect the shackles.
All I see are some black dahlias,
All the betrayals become obvious.
Bars and wires melt at my sight
Deflating this cage left out of light.
My knuckles shake in fatigue
Yet – I close the doors
With a sigh of relief.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 