The Keepers Athenaeum

now what you see and
touch and
feel
its all an illusion
none of its real
life gone by watched
through a steel gate longing
to run with the wolves or
just once chase down and
eat anything that
moves
eventually gone mad crushed under the fact
that the gate only opens for
everyone else and when it opens for you
you become stretched thin on your tight leather leash
gone mad with acceptance of a life not your own

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