He was the lone grape in a large bowl,
Deserted, desolate, abandoned
An empty room, lonely and woeful.

‘Help me,’ he cried, but no one heard him.
Insecure, overwhelmed, defeated
Trapped behind the confined caged fences.

He tried but he could not make it stop,
Deafening, shattering, merciless,
The cruel gates never once forgave.

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