A Caged Bird Never Flys

There used to be a light on
A small shimmer of something beyond
Hopelessness
A flicker in what you
Perceive to be emptiness

Shadows drown out the darkness
Paranoia causing you to
Look over your shoulder
That flutter in your stomach
That maybe, just maybe...

There are monsters everywhere
No safe places to hide
Anymore
Not even in light
Cold, stark, high noon

There is nothing
No hope, no love, no savior
We are alone
Helpless and abandoned
An orphan of God's creation

Frantic for some safety
Any form of routine
Comfort
So much so, that
A cage feels like home