The words I utter cannot be comprehended,
My thoughts can never be articulated,
The only ones that understand me
Are those of the same stature.
Terror struck hearts.
Cries of agony ignored.
We only see the bars that ensnare us.
We hear them communicate,
While we seek escape.
The barred walls are carried,
Stored in a vessel amongst others.
Our obsolete future looming over us.
Our cries remain unheeded.
The vessel is opened.
The cries turn to whimpers.
The light shines through.
Sounds and smells from a distant memory haunt us with whispers-
Of a past or a fantastical dream.
We’re finally “free”.
But we live in constant fear.