Trapped

Trapped in a cage for who knows how long?
Sitting here for hours, days, weeks, and months.
Is this where I will stay?
They pass by and see me and I think,
"Wow, is today the day?"
But no, that's all they ever do is pass me.
Sometimes I'm let out but I always end up where I started, trapped.
Each passing day a friend is taken from me,
Maybe for the best.
Even though it hurts to watch them leave forever.
And yet, I'm still trapped here.
Trapped in this small closed off space surrounded by metal bars.
When will my day come?
It's been four months and I'm still trapped for what seems like it could be forever.
Sleeping is the only time I'm let out.
My dreams are the highlight of my days here.
Maybe that's why we all sleep so much.
But just as I wake up I see another one of them.
There's no use getting up, they'll just pass me by.
The young girl approaches me first.
What's going on? She's taking me out? Is it finally my time?
But no, she puts me back and goes to see the others.
Before she leaves she takes me out but I won't fall for her tricks nor will I be disappointed again.
Just as I thought, back in my prison, and she's gone.
I'll never leave, I'll forever be stuck here like the elders.
Eventually everyone else leaves and I'm left in the darkness.
I can't sleep so I lie here until the light comes so that I can sleep the whole time the others arrive.
Unfortunately the footsteps wake me.
And there, as I open my eyes, is the girl from yesterday.
And again the process repeats and she takes me out.
But I know it's a lie and I'll be back.
She's talking to the other lady and scribbling on papers.
Why is she still holding me?
Wait, they're stuffing me in a box.
I knew it was too good to be true.
I'm trapped again in a much smaller place, with nothing but four tight walls.
It's really rocky and I keep falling over, I wish I was back.
The rocking has stopped and all I hear is a language I don't understand.
Is that the same little girl?
The ceiling opens and I'm lifted out.
She carries me and places me on the floor as she sets things up.
There are other people, another lady and two little boys.
They've all crowded around to play with me.
Is this what happened to the rest of my friends?
Is this what they call "a home" where I come from?
Even if it's not it seems like a nice place.
The elders always told me a home was a myth.
If this isn't what a home was to them then it's okay.
This is fine with me, I'm happy here.
I'm finally home.





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