Gag

My hands are gagged,
Prey,
Motionless,
Charts.
I do not write,
They do not report,
Not described.
I try to move my fingers,
I can not.
Raise hand,
It is impossible.
The pen does not slip,
No scribbles,
It does not create.
Like this ,
I can only sit back,
And no pity on me,
Let life go the distance ...
Far away.