The Soul

She knows not when she was made To wear the shackles and rest in pain It's been ages since she opened these eyes But they are lying under so many layers She can see, but the windows are not her own She can hear but the drums are of someone else The Rind around her is tight And suffocating... She is the reason the Rind exists... But does It know... Does It appreciate? What if she tears it apart... And flee.. And why doesn’t she? Pledges have enchained her? Or does she reckon flying a sin...? Eternity is calling its missing partner.. Bells of the Heaven are ringing.... But she hears nothing, for the walls are high So thick that even celestial voices won't penetrate it Caged in a body and bodily needs... She is losing her connection with heavens... *____________________* Windows.. Eyes Drums... Ears