Poor Baby
I'm the child in the cage
Stuck, I cannot escape
Trapped forever in a pit of spite.
I struggle against the chains
With all my might
Only to bury myself deeper
In torturing agony
Excruciating pain
And hopeless thoughts of ever being sane.
I hurt myself in fits of rage
All my life I've been stuck in this cage.
Never to get out
No one can come in
Don't even look my way, the child of sin.
What's the use
Of fighting for my freedom?
It's too late, my life wasted away.
A flicker of light
Sparks in the dark.
I reach for a hand that slides in through the bars.
"Don't look at me!" I scream.
It hurts too much, the weight on my heart.
That's how it feels to be
Hidden away from grace and alone in the dark.
Years have gone by, many to come
I can't remember the hand...
Until it comes again.
This time, it's different, the hand.
I reach for it, it retreats,
Then it reaches for me.
My hand brushes it, ready to grasp
Then I realize what's happening
And I gasp!
No! No! I can't ever go out!
I must stay in the dark.
"You can't see me!" I tease, anguish in my heart
"I already have," retorts the hand.
"I am you," It continues with exasperation.
I'm startled, but not surprised.
I send it, my last chance away.
And watch with satisfaction
As it fades from my memory.
Then I settle back and wait
For my day of freedom to come.