My Dream

I am only a human locked up
Trapped like a caged bird
Restrained from despair
Muted from time
Subdued from the assumption
That one day that happy ending will come
If the story ever ends

But even when the canvas goes blank
When the page goes dry without ink
When the air goes silent without sound
The story continues
And because the world is nothing but human
Society as we know it will become imprisoned
Until that very last day

The day when the master returns the paint to the canvas
The words to the page
The music to the ear
And the dissipation of evil
Is finally sent elsewhere
To be locked away

By Kayla collins