The Crate

Crammed tight within
this ice cold crate
bound by hands and feet
I wait.
I struggle to live
To take a breath
My destiny
Is surely death.

Foetus like
I'm curled up tight
Never knowing
Day from night.
Cramped body screaming
Wracked with pain
I wish for death
My mind insane?

Cold creeps in and licks
My face
It stirs me from
My dreaming place.
My body's numb
My heart beats slow
I scream at life
To let me go.

Conscious in a
Dreamlike state
My life succumbs to deaths
Cruel fate.
As mind and body
Give up the fight
Freedom comes
As my soul takes flight.