Glass Cage Poem by Christopher Soto

What can one do when trapped in a glass cage? Observe the outside world, but remain silent as shards of glass fall with speech.

Reach out you must not, as the edges pierce the skin, and injure your soft hand which wanted nothing but warmth!
Standing for hours, days, weeks... On your feet, and ready to make a break for it. You wait patiently for the right moment, but no chance presents.
The game master laughs as you become his toy, trapped in his wonderful land of horror.
Advancements are rarely made, as you get dragged back with every step you take. Forward soldier! Forward march! About turn! The game master laughs. Glazed eyes as you become lifeless, and this cage becomes home.
The outside world is moving, but suspension in time is all you learn to know.
It's not so bad, you have your days. Sometimes you're even lucky enough to have a smile sent towards your gaze.
For the rest you sway like a ship in a storm, ready to be capsized by the tremendous waves and thunderous roars. Lightning and winds, you're now in the sea! With head above water, and hope in every tear, you do what you can, you disintegrate fear.
As you wake with the rising sun, blue skies, cool winds, sweet scents in the air, you walk along the autumn leaves, with arched trees hanging gently over top.
Green, orange, brown, black... You wonder where you are...
You smile as you walk away and move on... But in the wind... Through the trees... A familiar laughter seems so near...

What can one do when trapped in a glass cage? Observe the outside world, but remain silent as shards of glass fall with speech.