Captive

Cass Fate

Striving for adventure,

But only earning a lecture.

Yearning to be free,

And yet a cage is all I see,

Trying to pick the lock,

Hearing the tell tale tick-tock, tick-tock.

Time is running out,

Succumbing to another bout.

Not provided food or water,

Can feel myself growing hotter.

A desperate beg, a frantic plea,

Yet no escape for me.

  • Author: Cassandra Fate (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2018 17:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: Not my style, probably not the best either.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 20
  • Users favorite of this poem: Jeremy Cohen
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  • Jeremy Cohen

    I'm not even sure why, but I really felt this. Ignited a pit in my stomach. Well done.



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