was I meant to be trapped in this sinful course
and hanged by this everlasting remorse?
was this cage built for me or did I built it myself?
can this old and rusty lock be someday repelled?
was I meant to be detained or to be free?
is there a real choice in this earthly life for me?
can I escape this daunting maze
with my ragged soul without its rays?
can I no longer see and touch
the walls of my fictional creation?
can I no longer hear and smell
this toxic air inside the cage
can I still taste
a small portion of freedom?
“-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die?
-Then don’t cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.” ― Christine Feehan,