Recovery Poetry: The Cage

The Cage.

When one is methodically transformed into an animal,
When one exists as a beast –  You growl, spit and bite,
You bark, whine and cry – whimpering begets the lash,
No one comes racing towards your howls in the terrible moonlight…

One faces the corner, staring in shame  – Always shivering,
There are no more tears when one becomes a creature…
You forget them, they no longer comfort you,
When you exist as the animal you were created to be,
Your captor’s cold cage is your only terrifying refuge.

M.S. (K, J, Mc,M)

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