Trapped
Trapped Sometimes I long to feel the sun upon my skin, but my hurt, my pain, my tears of rain keep drowning me. I wonder — am I going insane? If only I could breach the surface above, I would become as free as a little bird flying the longing sky in the glare of the sun. But I am trapped beneath. Oh God, can You hear my cries in this ocean so deep? Can anyone see my face? Lend a hand, pull me out of this disgrace. I must keep pressing on that matrix mirror, my face resting upon it beneath. I don’t know anymore which is up or down. I look up every time the moon and sun rise, but I see no one — only my reflection. Someone help me! “Who am I?” It is the question we all ask ourselves throughout our lifetime, whether we admit it or not. Some say that when you are about to die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. Well, in my case, my life flashed before my eyes on many occasions, but I didn’t die. I didn’t want to die. But now… What is an island but a body of land surrou...