Born into FleshBorn into flesh constructed cells,
Bones constrict, ligament shackles restrict my fight for light,
For freedom, to soar into the blue filled reflection
To take my first breath of air
After asphyxiating in a vat of crimson tar.
Longing for the conjugal visits from creativity,
Inside I pace, I wait to satiate this hunger
This desire to escape if only for brief heartbeats.
To fly like a petal upon the wings of imagination
Forgetting this damnation of now.
A lover of instant gratification
With promises of momentarily salvation
That prize open synthetic bars to let me crawl out
Away from the judge, the jury and executioner
That ironically but most heartbreaking... are me.
I only want to be free.
Forget me not.Break me free, how many to take this time?Forget me not.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One, two or three, how many minutes
Till the hurt is gone and warmth fills
The parts of me that pain, it still exists.
It still smiles you see, you can't eradicate me
Says she, the hopeless dreamer hiding tight
Inside the darkness, a caged in mind
I can dull the ache and make you fly.
They say, how many more will make
It till the pain is gone
One, two or three
How many more until I forget me.
Until I forget you.
I've already forgotten.