Forced to be silent,
Forced to be still,
Yet trying to scurry like an ant.
An insurmountable hill,
You cower back.
You know your punishment,
Yet, courage you lack,
As backwards you are bent.
Lips sewn shut,
You glower with hate-filled eyes,
As the threads you try to cut.
They try to resign you as you say a silent goodbye.
You know you'll never see the light of day,
For you have sinned against yourself,
As you sign yourself away.
Cursed to sit, forgotten, on the shelf.
Lips sewn shut,
You glower with hate-filled eyes,
As the threads you try to cut,
Trying to receive the freedom you know you deserve.
But the binds are too tight,
Constricting your movement,
Keeping you ever so far from the light.
This, this is your punishment.