The Tie

Miles away from my room
A prisoner for the day
I dressed up in tie and suit
In this hot month of may

This tie around my neck
The symbol of my captivity
I sit on this cushioned chair
Pretending smile of dignity

But Inside, I am stifled
For the free blood doesn’t flow
I feel like thorns pricking me
This tie is a thorny rope.

This tie hurts
Binds my breath
It seems like a loosing struggle
Between life and death.