Caged

The invisible walls are growing,
Crowding around me,
Pressing on me,
Wiping away any inch of hope,
That may slowly creep into my mind;

I shout but it rebounds,
I scream in pain and it cannot be heard,
I bleed but it cannot be seen,
All the world looks back at me,
Like a world looking at a petty nomad
Thinking why a parrot should flap within a golden cage?
Where it is fed, bathed and looked after so well....

I am going insane,
As the walls press against me,
Higher and higher they grow,
Fading my voice inside the cage
I flap like a chicken before its wings are cut
I bleed like the Ganges of blood
And yet all of it subsides,
The world turns a blind eye
And my endeavor remains within the cage
The cage I created for myself,
When I flew down to a comfortable perch,
Certain the nomadic life was done,
Knowing full well the faith of my mates...
The Golden Cage is never shunned,
You must flap your wings until you're done!

Are you in a Golden Cage?