Caged Animal

Poetrybound to the wingswage slave
Written By Zachary Phillips
 

Isolation.
Pacing.
Caged.

No hunt.
No kill.
No thrill.

Domesticated.
Trained.
Punished.

I want to run.
I want to fight.
I want to fuck.

Your protection wasn’t asked for.
Your protection isn’t needed.
Your protection is a slow death.

I am safe.
Trapped behind bars.
Never missing a meal.

Stuck in a comfortable rut.
Stuck in your routine.
Stuck and on display.

Nature sanitised.
Whitewashed reality.
A parody.

Just one slip.
Just one mistake.
And you’re mine.

Devoured.
Devoured screaming.
Devoured alive.

Your fault.
You caged me.
You attempted to tame me.

You put me here.
You put me on display.
You dropped your guard.

Lulled.
Hypnotised.
Dazed.

Cornered.
Primal.
Rage.

This is evolution.
This is inevitability.
This is life.

This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly

 
Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a counselor, coach, meditation instructor, author, and poet. He helps entrepreneurs, spiritualists, and survivors identify and release the limiting beliefs that no longer serve. With compassion and insight, he supports them as they navigate dark nights of the soul and find peace, guiding them from surviving to passionately thriving using tips, tools, and techniques that enable them to process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose. Zachary is also a qualified teacher, personal trainer, Reiki master, and is currently studying a Master of Counseling.

https://www.zachary-phillips.com
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