Detention

I hear soft screams on the breeze
And sense in my heart
a cold pain,
My thoughts rampage from rage
to anguish, guilt,
Desperate sorrow for bound eyes.
Here I howl at the sky
like an animal, cowed
and fearful,
Glared down by a paper wolf
with his metal chains
and white fire.

detention

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