Trapped alive
In a plexiglass prison
Watertight, airtight
Filled with the resin
Of my own regret
Forever preserved
In what was
Lost in the past
A museum oddity
No one sees
Who will come along
Who will set me free
Or will I be curated
By voices
From my past
Can anyone melt
This resin
To let me move again
And finally breath
Or will I forever be held
By the Twin Ghosts
Of Timidity and Shame
In their Museum
Of the Lost