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, Dark Prince

Love, D.

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