Locked Inside Again Poem by spencer tye

Locked inside this cage again.
Will I ever get out?
Is there anything I can reach for?
Any less I could doubt?
To say I've grown tedious of this routine,
that would be regression from the mean.
Even if I tried I couldn't fix this useless, obsolete,
broken down, f***in machine.
Nothing left of this empty shell.
Had to bid it all farewell,
as I was guided through the deepest parts of hell.
Nothing like the smell
of burning flesh
to wake you up in the morning.
But who's to say with all that heat,
I didn't just admit defeat.
Give up in the brain,
just be insane.
To release from this ball and chain,
and sustain,
whatever it is that's left of me.
Maybe I can even forget about Bri,
well, to a tolerable degree......