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The pen

is my only recourse

for refuge

from this cage

in which

I am imprisoned

with mighty strokes

& lashes

I chop at the steel bars

that isolate me

from the free world

the shackles

impede my motion

force me into

involuntary stasis

and my eyes

refuse to see the key

I hold

right in my own hand

as the existential blahs

set in

and the sheer nonsense

is stupefying

nobody said

it would be easy

and it hasn’t been

I didn’t listen then

and I can’t hear now

as screams drone

into silence

a hum that has no meaning

and offers no solace

but I’m starting

to get it back

and remember

what it’s all about