Caged, the bird sits in a glass cage.
With every second passing it gets harder to breathe.
It flutters and flutters around,
hoping that it can get out.
but it's trapped.
It calls and it calls out for help,
but behind the barrier,
it is not heard.
Every minute in its confinement, it gets frustrated.
Weary.
The bird is at the brink.
It feels hopeless,
destined to die in that cage.
How it ended up there,
is a mystery within itself.
Every now and then it gets the will to keep trying.
Filled with distress,
it collides with the clear barricade.
But all is futile.
Nothing it does will free it.
Slowly, the bird's breathing is becoming laboured.
Acceptance has enveloped its mind.
It waits,
perched on the steel rod.
It waits for the light.
