Caged
I am trapped. Forever I would rot in this cage with black iron bars, I feel like a prisoner but I'm not, i'm supposed to be the mighty king of the jungle instead i'm the lonely king of nothing. All I get is torture day after day poked and prodded. I need to escape. Maybe if I dig out underneath the Flamingo cage, of if I knock of the lock of door. If I did escape I would go to this extraordinary mountain where the grass is long and wavy and the trees cast long shadows across the rocky riverbed.
~julia
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