This freedom of mine constricts my heart,
I cannot see the bonds..
I feel them clench in darkest night,
I gasp in stark response..

Its not so bad when still its day..
The walls spread far and wide.
I cannot see my prison,
But I feel it deep inside..

And then the night comes rolling in,
A dark and tolling wave,
The walls crash hard and fast and tall,
It echoes like the grave.

I cannot stand this prison more,
I see the fissures form..
A webwork of small deadly lines,
Etched 'round my heart forlorn.

And when the day dawns bright again,
I cry out my morose refrain.
As my mere mortal quailing heart,
Strives to stand again.

03/17/2002

Posted on 03/17/2002
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