Chains

I sit in my haven and look the sky, it is clear, it is blue.

A few clouds occupy the space where I used to be,

They move freely and I yearn to be with them,

But Alas! I am caged.

I sit in my shelter and look out,

They come and tease me and I roar,

They throw pebbles and garbage at me,

But Alas! I am chained.

I swim in my small tank,

They come and look at me,

They mock at me by knocking at the glass,

But Alas! I am captured.

I look out of the window,

The empty streets, the empty roads,

The place where I used to be,

But alas! I am quarantined.

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