Captive; contained; deserving to be free,
Grieving; sad; held prisoner by his benefactor.
It is his will to stay with us and yet,
He wishes to be released; self determined and free.
His days slowly pass; existing, yet not living,
Except for the few morsels of joy your presence brings.
He wishes; he waits; he longs while he is bound,
We do this to ourselves AND to the one's we say we love.
The End
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