poems

friend

it creeps, and climbs, and enters

uninvited, unexpected

but well welcome

a ray, a shard, a slice 

of good, of peace

of warm, of release

it sits and studies me

it swings and swirls

it grows and shrinks

it hums while i sleep

and waits for me in the morning

to find it

waiting like a faithful friend

it is unfamiliar at first

but soon becomes a phantom limb

i cannot breathe without it near

so come dear thing

show me the way 

for i am lost and blind


prison tower

break free

as the world takes a hold of me

i am locked in a prison

made of man 

made of my own hands

the door is open

and i hold the key

but how can i leave?

i am this place

and this place is me

i am flesh and blood 

and tears and mind

i am not heart or hope

i am not free

i am no bird

i am no sky or sun or rain or tree

i am walls and locks and doors

i am a tower