Letter Through The Bars Poem by Michael Matsuda

I think; it is a curse in a blessing.
With this, I can write in hope that someone knows
That reality is opaque and oppressing
Look into my soul the through nature’s windows

Do not quiver; what do you see?
Yes, there is nothing there
Yes, this is the real me
Behind this lifeless glare

I was once roaming free
For life’s visions took me far
But now scattered in oblivion’s debris
I now lay comatose behind these bars

There is only melancholy in this routine
I am not angry for there is no rage
I write this letter so nothing is unseen
This is the life of the animal in the cage.