Shackled and closed to every gateway
To escape was unlike the lion to shy away
Facing bearded dragons
That sported their wisdom with pride
She was constantly attacked by the feelings that were set aside
Prisoner
Was her shortened identification
Gentrified
Amongst the most unusual population
Visitation
Limited to those simple seeking ratification
With confirmation it was confirmed
She was stuck, abolished, and unheard
The smallest voice seeking
Only to be revealed she lost all touch with what was once known as her herd
Boiled, bagged, sold, and profited
Everything for the buyers to auction
Highest bidders were faded into the dust and dusk
For every shadow was of the saddened war
Continuously battling with the forces within
Letting go of the brim to whim
Accepting what wasn’t and what is
She knew she’d be trapped until she forfeited being what was needed for more than the soul within.
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