so bound in his upbringing of restriction and fear
he is wound up so tightly
that oxygen struggles to run through his body
every breath short and strained
his eyes so blue and sad and full of guilt
I wished that like the bursting of a damn,
i could release his fears to flow out of him with a tidal wave of relief
with my loving free spirit
but i find myself
holding my own breath
you can not separate a man from his situation
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