Monday, November 30, 2009

IN

 

Here, I am in prison

trapped, held up, caged

thoughts controlled

body watched and corralled

like livestock

waiting to be slaughtered

 

Here, my mind is trained

to think only of this...

To think only for them

and when I escape, my body free

my mind is still there's

It is consumed

 

There, when my body roams free

Among people, on the street

In the rain, in the sun

my mind is...

Not with me

It is confined

 

There, in the smoky bars

My eyes make lines

For someone else

                                                But only lines

                                                Only eyes

                Trying to connect

 

Everywhere, my heart is held

                Not imprisoned

                                In your hands

                And I wish

                                It was held

                                                In your chest

 

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