Trapped

Simple poetry, describing a lost soul

The realization that I don’t have a penny to my name struck strong and hard
There was such a fairy-tale beginning, I had no idea what I was getting myself into
I had no idea, the identity I would lose
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that I wasn’t living it high
I was merely a pawn, whose fate continuously escaped my wretched grasps
For the first time I saw, my privileges were not a mere benefit and perk
I was truly hostage in my own home, no way out, nowhere to go.