Caught

I am caught inside an insect jar,

As I stare at freedom from afar.

The holes at the top filter the air,

But the inside is still too retched to bear.

My wings should be my saving grace,

But still I cannot escape this place.

My mind laughs as it holds me up,

Resembling all that is corrupt.

I try to flutter, hitting the sides.

With each clank my hope slowly dies.

There’s no way for me to escape now.

My subconscious made an irreversible vow.

I’m caught inside an insect jar,

As I stare at freedom from afar.

-ANF

The End

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