I'm feeling so alone,

without hope or comfort.

It's lying on my side

and, soon it will take flight.

I am bound in shackles,

crying for releases.

But entrapped in, 

 the misery of rituals.

For a dream of freedom,

maybe an illusion.

I have lost my identity,

my horizon.

I crave my happiness,

sense of peace and solace,

A place of security,

free from restrictions.