Open the cage

Open the cage

It is a mass of

Gilded splinters

Carpeting the ground

Bloody my steps

Where do feet go

When the shackles

Are no longer attached

Do they wander

Into strange adventures

With a lack of meaningful attachment

How do hands reach out

When they are free

To make a fist

Or paint a memory

In the sky

With a burnt stick

As an offering

Never poke the exhibit

It once was me

When did the truth dawn

How do you know when to run

There are no bells

To wake the sleeping giant

From the slumber

Of the damned

Grieve me honest

Walk with purpose

There is a stumble to the river

Where the wild souls drink

Their fill of romance

Even if it hurts

Lead the way

Freedom is a frightening prospect

To the conditioned

Prisoner

Close the door

The cage is a safe harbour

Release is an exercise

In restraint