Her head is pounding,
her heart is breating loud.
She feels the rush in her bones,
her fingers are tingling.
The cage she has built for herself has collapsed.
She isn't breathing very well.
She feels free,
but she is afraid, too.
She can't run,
she's still tied down.
She can't escape,
it is always with her.
She sees through the glass,
and looks at the world.
But she is in a hellish zoo,
and people are only there to laugh at her.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
