Bugs, crawling along my skin,
Disappearing before I can catch a glance.
Trapped, locked within a bin,
While I dream of adventures in France.
I watch the world, but it doesn’t watch back,
I sit motionless as time passes me.
The walls are closing in,
The air seems to escape my lungs.
So many things have changed,
So much, yet I remain the same.
I claw at the walls, yearning for the light,
Hoping to feel its warm embrace.
Just when the darkness seems to consume me,
A warm hand grips me.
My eyes adjust, and I stare into true beauty,
And feeling loves embrace, I am free.