tick tock tick tock

tick tock tick tock

she stares at the clock

watching time pass by

inch by inch

so agonizingly slow.

ten seconds crawl by

seemingly hours.

when will she be free?

she has been here

sitting, with cramping thighs

and numb toes

waiting, waiting, waiting.

she feels the shiver in her bones

the fear that clutches at her heart

and the mild sensation of suffocation.

she wants nothing more than to sleep

or to die.

anything than wait for that unknown fate

where her future may lie.

when will she be free?

she longs to breathe the fresh air

to feel the sun on her cheeks

and to hear the bluebirds chirp.

but she is no more than a prisoner

locked away, hidden forever

in a gilded cage.

when will she be free?