Glass Cage

I can see you,

through the glass

you're right there

I put my hand to it

but I can't touch you.

we are so close

yet miles apart

so I bang on the glass

and I scream your name

and your monster laughs

we both punch the cage

pounding over and over

in hopes of it shattering

but the only thing that breaks

are our hands

and our hearts.

I come to the cage

and we fight it

give it all we got

but every time we make a dent

your captive fills it again

it is a monster

a predator

and you are it's prey,

it's victim

But I pray

that one day

we will break the cage

leave your captive

and step into the day

though we be

bloody and bruised

and I could finally reach you

but until then

you're a prisoner to a monster

they call him, depression.