Where naught the light but the dark
Made itself at home centered deep in my chest
Where longing calls of freedom and youth
And abolished prisons of gold
Still existed and kept my soul at bay
How does one break their soul
Out of this vessel of containment
Held back my thoughts and images not ours ?
I know not. I try not. I dare not
Yet I should
Therefore every time I close my eyes
I tinker within these guilded cages
Hoping to be one again with this lost soul
That is me but is not me for now
I dream of the past .
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