Just Three Words
by Thomas K. HuntAnother morning falls
My freedom's out of sight
Locked away in a jail of dreams
Missing keys, hinges rusted tight
Dreams that fill my head
Dreams of loving me
Every day I leave my bed
I see that it's not meant to be
Sentenced to this life of dreams
Tormented to my soul
Scratching digits on my walls
Digging deeper in my hole
Swept away from the loving kind
Stolen from my days
Turned away and left behind
Hurting in so many ways
Voices in my dreams
Faces in the night
Living deep behind my bars
Isolated between the broken light
Hearing what I hear
Pools within my eyes
Touching but not feeling
Waking to lonely cries
Another morning falls
Another nothing new
Locked away in a jail of dreams
With a limited point of view
Lost within my space
In my rut filled world
Longing for my parole
Waiting for just three words
12/02/2005