Caged in,

pressure raising like the sun on an early morning preparing to burn the morning dew

Feeling like someone on a slave ship with his skin exposed to the rays and whips, salt burning my skin from unclean waters,

Ready to jump off to the deep end and try my luck with the sharks,

The pressure of these four walls figuratively is caving in on my body,

forcing me to feel anxiety.

Freedom, need freedom

Need fresh air and people to be aware of my physical existence

But the world is hiding from a silent killer,

whistling gleefully in the wind.

So we wait like prisoners for our death sentence,

Ignorant to the day this mist will de fog,

Awaiting the verdict of our trial.

When will it go away? No one knows

The uncertainty is killing us

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