Some are trapped in a physical sense, some by addiction.
Perhaps worse for some, entangled by their own mind.
Some are limited by age or infirmary,
others by injury or decline.
Cause not always known.
Everyone’s trap is different.
Some who fight are damaged.
Some lose and become broken.
Some are trapped in more ways than one.
Whatever the bars are made from, matters not.
The composite doesn’t negate the reality
or the sense of despair.
For every one person who escapes their trap,
there are many more who do not.
It is their stories I tell.