Poetry Blog by Rich (captivity)

Titan

I sit in a Titan's clasp.

Gripped.

Locked tight.

Breaking out my only wish.

Looking through fingers.

Hesitant.  Testing.

Scared to touch.

Lest I am detected.

Crushed.

Juiced.

By titan machinations.

Timid.

I sit.

'til forgot.

And run like magic,

At freedom's opportunity.

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