The Captive
Who am I?…
Am I such a freak
That week by week
I attract so many staring faces?
Caring not that I alone grow old
And weary at their grimaces?
Tomorrow I fear brings another crowd,
And bleary eyed with sorrow shrouded tears
They stare at me within this cage
I may rage, but for them I entertain…
Are they not aware of the pain of being alone?
I growl and groan as children cling to their mothers
But I am held against my will
I fulfil the voyeurs form of pleasure
I was born to be seen in carefree leisure
I am free for them.
But I myself have no home
No loved ones of my kind
As forever I am confined
Why do these strangers gloat at me?
Oh share the reason why I must pass each season
And all time
Within this place
And rot and die without another friendly face
That does resemble mine?
My crime I do not know,
So please… Will someone let me go?…
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