She's a wicked little warden
screaming "stay, STAY!"
physically, mentally, spiritually
locked up you fight and
flail the bars of pain that trap you
then you release your own will
and just lie, complacently lounge
miserable in your discomfort
irritated with its limitations
then whether sleep, pills or
mercy bail you out, you rally
you are free but worse for the wear.
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