Caged And Tormented Poem by Keagan Meyer

shattered glass is pressed into my fingertips
and the blood on them is more than my own.
My nerves produce no signal anymore
so I can just let the blood flow.
I'd die for something I can feel
but I'm too weak to break the chains.
They keep me in the dark alone
begging for someone to dropp a key.
I could keep on walking till my lungs refuse to breathe
till I collapse and close my eyes forever.
Become food for the worms and a part of the earth,
Back to where I was created.
After all, ash to ash and dust to dust-
just waiting for the wind to blow me away,
So I have to change, Ive got to change
before I let myself die.
Take a breath to clear my chest,
But I can never clear my mind.
(really old poem-created many moons ago)