The Wire Poem by Something Special

this a ghazal I had to write. Please tell me what you think of it.

Behind metal chains, lock, and wire,
I must escape; it’s down to the wire.

The bird that once flew through the air
Now rests his feet upon a wire.

If one wants to get love back that has been lost,
One must be willing to go through the wire.

When I open my closet to hang up my dress,
I see empty hangers, both plastic and wire.

The silver wire hugs her bruised and bleeding wrists.
She begs her holder to free her from the wire.