Prisoner of Life

my feelings on the constraint of life

Bound in flesh, I am a captive
held to this earth by things far greater
than trifles such as the laws of physics.
Oh to fly!
To leave this tangible, constricting realm...
But my wings are far too weak to lift me
I cannot break the heavy chains
that hold me prisoner to this dirt.
How I long to be set free,
yet though I beckon,
He who holds the key remains too distant.
Why I am taunted, tortured
alone, internally fading,
I have no answer.
Perhaps the binds that hold me cannot be broken.
Even now I feel them tightening,
feel my wings strain beneath their weight.
Even dreams of flight now fade
as I pray for my release.