I wake to the sound of rain’s cold sigh,
The forest thick with mist and dread,
My wrists bound tight, I can’t break free,
The world feels lost, my heart filled with lead.
A breath caught in the dampened air,
The trees around me whisper low,
No one comes, I stay trapped here,
Alone beneath the steady flow.
The rain turns earth to soft despair,
Each drop a reminder of the weight,
My hands ache, no way to fight,
And time, it drips, resigned to fate.
The silence presses close and sharp,
My thoughts a blur, my will undone,
No footprints near, no voices call,
Just endless rain, the aching sun.
The world moves on beyond my cage,
Unmoved by pleas, unknowing still,
I shiver, soaked and bound by rage,
A prisoner here, against my will.
