All is said
Running around in circles,
Afraid to let go of what we can't hold,
Unable to cry anymore.
Eyes soaked red with smoke,
Secretly waiting for something, someone
To pull us out of this never-ending cycle.
Holding on to this shared illusion,
Afraid of being alone.

Hugging our prison cells,
Instead of each other.
In love with our own boundaries,
Instead of with each other.

Will we ever let go of these cold, hard metal bars,
Reach out and touch each other?
Probably not.
We're too used to loneliness.