The vines twist and writhe around the tree, strangling its life. 

That tree is me, 

Strangled by the twisting vines of cruelty. 

Gasping and fighting and living and dying - 

Making it through one agonizing second after another.

 

Enduring the unendurable,

Bearing the unbearable,

Entrapped. 

 

A wrought iron cage,

At the center of life's maze,

Is it destined to be my grave,

For all eternity. 

An endless void,

Amongst an endless abyss,

I find some sense of bliss.

In the endless unknowing,

My heartbeat slowing,

 

Enduring the unendurable,

Bearing the unbearable, 

Entrapped