A daunting death

Strangled by a concrete noose.

 

Tears from the agony staining my lungs.

 

Living this way is strange.

 

Living our lives according to the arm on a clock,

 

And it isn’t even perfect.

 

Forced out of the ocean,

 

And made to roam a block.

 

Our feet! Made to be loose

 

Made to sprint through a forest,

 

But now restricted by a mutual truce.

 

Made to step on a thorn,

 

And die!

 

But an honest death compared to the current.

 

Our brains!

 

Designed to flourish

 

A refreshed mind, eats the soul like a breath of fresh air.

 

But now restricted by a rainy day puzzle.