'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

You shouldn’t affect me like this
Your lease on my soul
It ran out long ago
And yet I’m still here
Holding together pieces of me
They keep dropping
Back to the floor of my reality
There shouldn’t be any feeling
When I hear that voice
No unsaid words to detect
Yet the hold back I can smell
Like a predator it’s game
But there’s no hunting party tonight
Although my mind growls with hunger
My hands slightly shake
Like a craving unmet
Withdraw starting yet again
Because of a small taste of freedom
From these self made bounds
Weaved from guilt and pride
They keep me on the ground now
Latched to limits and contradiction
It’s no way to live
And yet the light I seek has not been met
On this dark end road I stumble

~~~

Kerry
http://www.kerrywentworth.com
http://adventures.kerrywentworth.com

 

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