Ah, I love the early morning bus rides, if only my brain would SHUT OFF once and a while so that I could stop thinking and enjoy it. Instead, I present you with yet another of my poems. This one is just a reflection, of what you can probably guess... enjoy!
Incarceration
The shroud of night
Enveloping
the daggers of light
lingering
only for a moment
‘till they drive onward
in the darkness
what is it I’m waiting for
mindlessly seeking
who is it that I’ll adore
who’ll leave my heart to weeping
lingering around your door
lost and looking for protection
warm and inviting,
parts the dark sea
with inner light, affection
these thoughts, a line
and one by one
they come with their complaints
telling me, its not begun
and I’m not the type to wait
my heart, subdued
in frozen incarceration
barely beating,
the soft rhythm of distant drums
can you hear it?
Ah! To break this timing
To hear it once again
Be wild and unkempt
In joyous spasm!
How to melt these layers
Quietly accumulating
Of self protection
Of isolation
To dance through the carnage
of warm and luscious water
finally free from its prison
as my heart floats, with childish glee
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