Cold metal,

fused together.

Hinges hold an opening.


But it does not answer to you.

The master,

the hand that which holds the key,


You mustn’t fear,

I keep you safe within here.

Its metal surrounds you, yes.

But for your safety.


I hold none against their will.

Be free to leave—

Wait. Not yet.

You are safer in there.


Do not chance fate,

for you are special to me.

As I said I hold none against their will.

Come and go as you please,

but just





  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Louis Gibbs

    Diabolical and chilling write, M.E.M.!

  • Diamond

    Beautiful. The painting of contradiction is done very well here. Nice write.

  • FredPeyer

    Love your poem. How many times have we been told by parents, teachers, people in power, governments: It's for your own good. Is it really?

  • Adadsy

    Enthralling read

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