Caged with No Key

Confined, constrained, caught, caged

To a crossroads I’ve come at my life’s stage

The air is so quiet, obscure, cold

To the deadly malediction, my own soul I sold

The remedy, capsule, the cure, the key

There all this time, within my reach

It invites me to join itself and its’ mate

But excuses I make and say, “It’s too late…”

Bottle after bottle, puff after puff

With no regard but myself, I greedily gorge

Numbing the quilt as I indulge in my spoil

My mind becomes blurred, on the verge of insane

“This is my life I lead, so why should I change?”

Bottle after bottle, puff after puff

My kin lovingly tries to persuade

Shouting, “Free yourself now! Are you fond of this cage?”

“We worry of your life, your being, your health

“And yet you go on, thinking only of yourself”

So here I am, crouched and condemned by my sin

Clutching the bars, contentment herein

In a creature’s kennel, I deny the harsh fact

That the key is no longer within my grasp