Freedom of the Iron Cell

I held the cold cell bars with need. 

Need to be free, to escape 

Days go by 

Weeks go by 

Months go by 

Still nothing has changed. 

Years go by 

My capturer glances at me.

I thought I'd be stuck in this cell forever 

Under the distance of my capturer 

I'd always want him to come by and set me free.  

All he did was lock me up even more. He smirked Everytime he did that,  

He enjoyed seeing me go through the pain

My friends on the outside visited me 

They tried to release me 

It never did work 

My capture would always come back and lock me up again 

I felt eyes on me everytime I moved. 

Not my capture's eyes. 

No never 

Only the eyes of those who pitied me 

Those who wanted me to be free

Only a few will understand the pain and torture of this cell.  

I loved my capturer 

I hated my capturer, my guard 

He was always there though never coming near until the moment I was done picking the lock.

He enjoyed my pain because he knew no one else would be his prisoner. 

But suddenly one day, he began unlocking the cell 

I smiled gleefully until he came to the last one. 

He looked at me with disgust and pity. 

He locked me back up again.

One day a boy came 

He seemed nice, he visited my cell often 

My guard didn't care  

He knew I would be stuck there no matter what the boy did. 

The boy was full of himself 

He reminded me a little of my owner. 

I began to pay attention to the boy more than my capturer.

As I did, my locks broke away alone. 

I didn't even notice  

The boy began helping me to escape. 

But one day he came by with a girl.  

The girl was already free and locking other boys in cells.  

The boy didn't know whether to continue to assist me or to move on with the girl.

I stepped away from the bars 

Wished him luck with whatever he chose. 

He never made his mind up yet 

My capturer began to visit me more often.  

Making sure I didn't flee.

My angel came by often, 

She allowed me to forget about my guard  

She showed me that I can free myself from his iron grasp.  

I believed her 

I believed in myself

The very next time my angel visited, 

I was not sleeping 

I was not pacing 

I was not thinking  

I was slowly setting myself free 

Free from this menacing cell. 

In the process, the boy from before visited. 

He came back to help me. 

He dispised the other girl and began to assist me.

On the final lock, the boy and I looked deep into each others eyes, 

Both of us thinking of my freedom. 

The second the lock broke, 

And the door swung open, 

My capturer 

My guard 

My owner 

Disintegrated 

Left 

Vanished.

I leapt into the boys arms, 

Giddy with freedom.  

And that day, 

That minute 

I knew that I'd be stuck in a new cell. A new room,  

A room of colors and freedom to enter and leave whenever I pleased.