Fluttercry

From your grip, the key must fall,
the gate now locked, and standing tall,
though in your heart, you hear the call,
you cannot walk or run or crawl.

To this cage, your will must bend,
in your heart, a hole to mend,
to the void, your love to send,
all alone, your soul to fend.

In your mind, the memories glossed,
in your stride, no distance crossed,
left alone, a freedom cost,
in the end, all hope is lost.


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