What a foreign yet familiar feeling curses it;

-given life of it's own before it is spat out.

Deserving of a privilege at one time,

stripped bare at the next...

 

What hot shivering makes it dance so solemnly?

Thrown out from prosperity before it barely reaps.

Poisoned, blamed and regretted;

That is a Small Reason

 

What creates such vastness in the cage?

Not knowing what lurks, hiding under bridges of bone;

Only feeling the skeleton that holds nothing true,

a if I could reach out and Un-touch it

 

What if it were simply to - Stop-