Written in February 1983.
I am trapped
within this cage.
I can’t see or feel
the cage, but
I sense its presence.
Is it me?
Is it my peers?
Is it life?
Why can’t I fly?
I want to be free!
But how can one escape
from something unseen,
and untouchable?
How can one be free
from a nothingness?
I am truly trapped
within this cage.
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