Trapped Soul

A helpless soul trapped in the wrong body
A body sculpture intended to inevitably kill

A soul aching in an urge to break out in misery
But caught in between the lines if history

Can't sleep, although the body sleeps
Can only yearn for help in unremitting weeps

But why this soul can't be set free
Why can't life comfort it, and just let it be

Because it is trapped in a decade
That doesn't belong and is far faded

Although this soul has no chance of being unwrapped
A voice in her mind that speaks fantasies that overlap

L so don't fear for her
That her destiny shall not lie far

Diana Cardero ©