Living In Bondage, II.
is entrapment within oneself
I have always been reaching
trying to grasp and kneeling
at a ghost slipping through my brain
while being void and incomplete
I have always dreamt of
a masked dirge singer
I have always tried to slip away
from dangers holding unto me
I am always smoking
drinking and crying
hoping that the heat in my
tears, smoke and alcohol will burn down this demon
All my life
I have lived in a bondage I had created myself
Now I am letting go of my own entrapment
I am working towards being new and reformed
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.