A soaring Soul trapped in a scar covered body.
Ulcers bleed. Stress won.
Encased by debts, my own greed.
Spirit endangered by choices I have made.
Restrained by Caesar's laws. Surrounded by Karma.
Warrants place freedom at peril.
Bound by Honor; Hallmark hates that which I want to be...
Drifting into despair,
slipping into self-pity...
Alone in this shell, dying to fly.
Sitting in the dark wishing I could cry.
Tears died with my youth so many years ago...
Through the door did the wolf did burst,
the fire within eaten by toys and trinkets of little value.
Midas did try to teach.
Screaming at my own self doubts,
second guesses yelling back.
Dark dreams of forced, unwanted touches steal my rest.
I lie, wearing a salesman's smile I hate, I run back into Ceasars arms...
Doing my best to pretend, playing the game
I resent so very much. Tablets and treasures stored.
Capitalist the Romans of our day.
What have I become?
I ache for freedoms love.
To soar above.
To cry once more...