By Lauren Hunt
Metal beams entrap me
I am translucent
Transparent and never seen
They see through me with absolute clarity
Taken on and off
Placed in the darkest of places
Hidden from the world without an identity
Yet who am I?
Behind these bars
A voiceless entity
Am I lost from the world's empathy?
Give me a voice the world can hear
A relief from the metallic taste I fear
Give me someone who will listen
I have many stories
I'll make it a mission
Hold me close and never let go
The memory of all these lost souls
A broken home
A broken body
How much more must be broken?
Before you grow a heart
Author: Lauren Hunt
Lauren is a first year bachelor of communications student whose interests include poetry, soccer, puppies and free hugs.