just as I think
i've finally escaped
ecstatic at seeing
light at the end
of the tunnel
enraptured
at the thought of release
time to enjoy spring
and all the things
that make me effervescent
smile and tingle
with sultry summer
just around the corner
having crushed
and decimated me to mush pulp
you then sing the siren song again
with deft fingers pressing those
buttons
pulling me back
just as my torn wings are emerging
you are never going
to let me go are you?
not while
I'm still showing signs of life
Yikes! Sounds like imprisonment....hope snatched each time at the very last second. The intensity carried me all the way through to the heart-breaking end. nice writing.
ReplyDeleteoh i feel a bit of desperation there in the end...of freedom wanted and realizing the cage is still there...nice write...
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ReplyDeleteWELL DONE.
Sometimes we need to escape...
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Wow, there is a sense of desperation, as Brian points out. That inability to escape...sometimes what's holding us back is ourselves, isn't it?
ReplyDeletenice writing job here, of imprisonment by Love, Desire, or one of the many Wants.
ReplyDeletesomeone's pulling his/her wings and plucking the feathers.
thanks for sharing.
beautiful.
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