A Confinement of Life

Like a slow torture,
Each heartbeat,
Each breath expelled
Pulls us closer to the disintergration of hope;
The only indication of life
Is slashing its way to get out
But stuck still
Beneath the prison of the flesh,
Encumbered with the delusion
That the chance is just waiting to be met.
Outside of this facade,
Just skirting the fringes of our dreams
Laughs our soul's desire,
Taunting,
Daring us to truly live.