Helpless, I feel out of luck,
for now my friends
have gone away
and took with them
the only key.

My only hope
quick passed me by an hour past
and now I stand
and beckon for release.

Outside my walls I see
in a world of freedom,
bystanders, petitioners,
but no one comes
to help me out.

All I want
is to enter a world
I’ve come to know,
to walk among
my neighbors and friends.

But all my hopes
are in vain.
I am trapped.
Held within
a cage of doubt;
helpless to be
anything more
than a prisoner
of these four walls.

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