6.6

ridiculous rant
each day you sit
in the same wooden throne
actions and words
resemble a drone
but you, you need
need to break free
you need to leave
but chained to your past
you can't perceive
an escape
stuck is what you are
like a felon in a cell
gripping prison bars
wishing your seething desires
were enough to melt the constraints
your glowing heart speaks words
soft and loving
but is muffled by your past
wish that you could set it free
i know
but as a toy figurine
you have no voice.
allow them to drain you
but keep your reserves
for you will need them
when your day comes
and your song hums
along the sunrise of your
awakening