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.