a silent cage

he lay
bound by sorrow
eyes crusted
with the salt
of unshed tears
the world outside
one he wished
to be part of
as far away as
the melancholy
sun barely risen
hope and dream
shattered glass
beneath his
parchment skin
each word left
a silver tack
piercing his
captive tongue

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