The Dark Writings of Pleasant

The Glass Cage

I was a puppet, a puppet to his games
Waiting to be exhibited at each very stop.

Having my little glass cage, I sat and prayed that one day I'd finally be free, free from the little glass cage.

Many passed and marveled at the beauty of the fancy cage, "how I wish I were like you" they mumbled to themselves.
But they couldn't see for they were all blind.

Daily, the cage was polished with sweet words.
And lies, became the chain that held the cage in place.

But one day, the chains grew rusty and the cage was close to the edge so I pushed.
Down, down I fell until I reached the very end.

The glass cage shattered to pieces and I sat in between them.
I was finally free of the glass cage.
But in the fall I had broken my wings and shreds of glass had pierced my skin.

I limped and cried for help but no one heard.
I fell on the floor, for I was tired, tired of this world.
I begged to go and as I shut my eyes, I saw a bright light.

I woke up and looked at my hands, the bruises were gone.
My wings were healed, and I was free.

I walked to the mirror and beheld the beauty before me but the closer I looked, the closer I could see the fragments of the glass cage.

I am never going to be free for wherever I go, the glass cage will be there with me.