Your future is denied you
as the impenetrable cage
that is the past stands in your way.
The bars, your own cruel construct
Built from fear,
loathing and pain.
You glimpse the possibility
of what happiness may be -
beyond reach, ever parodying your isolation -
it is as a cruel illusion,
a mirage in a sad and lonely desert.
Yet if you stretch out,
dispel the fear of betrayal,
that future can be yours.
Let life again be yours.