Prison of Glass

27-01-08
Prison of Glass (by Ahmad Babar):
Looking out through the walls
Of this prison of glass
Scratching my fingers at sand and stone
Hoping to one day walk on grass
Grass that I see everyday
So lush and green on the other side
My shoulder are sore from trying to break these walls
But still I am trapped inside
There is a puddle of my tears in the corner
Every drop had dried out my eyes
Through the roof I see birds hovering
I wish I could fly with them above the skies
I try to shade my face with my arm
To not let it be burnt more by the blazing sun
I go sit back in my corner
Trying not to become
Not to become one of them
Neither to become what I once was
For if I do become
I will lose even what I haven't lost