Prison on Paper

Written by: Tara Andre

These bars are transparent,
Yet they hold just as tight
As wrought-iron girders
Woven much like a cage.

Rough hewn from sorrows,
Forged in fear's fires;
The trap is alive
And it feeds off of rage.

This is a prison.
A jail.
Asylum.
Designed in the mind
And cast on a page.