Refraction

Put all the pains in the words and

I have let them fly, opened the cage so far;

To save me. 

But the shadows of dark decisions, 

Struggles and fear, they hold on, 

A close follow up. 

Is it a slow poisoning? Engulfed by their quicksands, the shadows they have left on purpose. 

Striking my mind and soul with cruel blows, those sharp axes. 

Is there no escape? 

The imageries are not what they mean... 

They fly high to give you a refracted view of escape and freedom. 

They are still there, deceived views. 

Haven't moved a bit from the places, ushering false hopes.