Imprisonment

Imprisonment

A Poem by Janie Was A Hobo

 Sealed within your amber heart,

I cannot find my lungs to breathe

I cannot find my eyes to see

Nor can I think of a way to be

 

Entangled here within your hair,

I cannot find the daylight sky

I cannot find the reason why

You have kept me here to die

 

Trapped within our broken mess,

I cannot find the right words to say

But what of the right words to say?

You would not hear them anyway

 

Shackled here within your hands,

I cannot find the voice of truth

I cannot find what else to do

Surely I will die in you

 

© 2009 Janie Was A Hobo


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Janie Was A Hobo
okay, so it's not my best work ever... but please, tell me what you think anyway.

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