Angling
for reason
netting nothing but decay
casting
for meaning
reeling nothing back but lines and
hooks
and
that’s just half the times I set to look
motile
yet stasis sits
upon a thriving throne
where
inability’s widely known
Stagnation’s
strong
in this single cell
eyes
can’t see
and minds can’t meld
hands
can’t feel
and hearts can’t heal
I’m
longing for the day to come
when I’ll be seen
for
all I would have done
if you only let me free
or chose to join me
encaged but not alone; imprisoned but
not afraid
together,
redefining what makes a home
