Afar

I have fashioned this cage

That surrounds me

Rusted wrought iron

Spires that pierce 

The perfect blue sky

Everything looks beautiful 

From afar

When you can possess 

It without fear

How ugly we have become

Clutching to the past

And fervently trying

To control the outcome 

When staying is killing you

Slowly

But leaving is a shotgun to the

Head

No one wins in this cruel game

And no one is to blame

I burn inside while

Bruising outside

Wanting to peel 

Each

Layer

of 

Skin

Free.

~Amber Comber 2016