Evolving Emotions: A Churning Prison

Naked in a world foreign to my body

Tears well up

A refusal

A protest

Amidst the overwhelming reality before me

I tremble

Unable to breathe

Afraid to utter a sound

Suppressing all movement

For fear that the world will hear me

See me

Acknowledge me

And take me with it

In its churning jowls

Pressured production

Cyclical aging

And infinite pain

My heart pleads and bargains

Against what quickly approaches

I am growing older

By the passing hour

Minute

Second

Forced into the assembly line

With a ball and chain at my feet

I am scared

Of what mechanical existence lay ahead.