Cramped

There is no space inside my skin
I have no room to breathe
Not a centimeter spared for comfort
in this awful Human sheath

Locked inside this prison
No ethereal light let in
to shine upon my inner self
to grow and stretch within

It’s dark, cramped, and cold
I can’t see beyond my vision
rooted here in Humanity
chained by indecision

 

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