Doors locked tight in deadbolt fashion,
Windows barred. No latch. No
key.
Trapped inside this prison
fortress,
Waiting… yearning to achieve.
Duped by longings long
forgotten,
Lulled by enigmatic pride to
Seek the comfort of your
lodging,
Never thinking I may want to
leave
Someday. Prideful, stubborn,
Hopeless to the bitter end.
Contemplating thoughtless
choices.
Touching tear-stained eye to
sleeve.
There was never time for
singing,
Dancing, laughing, ploy or
play.
Only cries of desperation, No
escape.
No time to grieve.
There must be some far off refuge
Where the hopeless may
aspire.
Forced to live in fruitless
foil,
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