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Saturday, 2 August 2014

Imprisoned

  Tears flow without cause and with little resistance

They pool on my cheeks and then drift down my neck

I know not why I cry, or for what, only that I do 

I feel so desolate, so lonely, so void of any hope

Trapped in a life I don't understand, with no recourse

I wish to break free but I'm anchored by responsibilities 

I want what's best for mine.....so here I lie dormant 


I can't breathe or see; I barely make it through the day

Yet my soul rejoices in the simple; I only wish to roam

Amongst the hills, the trees, the birds, the clouds

To wade in the ocean; to feel the moon on my face

I have unwittingly imprisoned myself, but to flee

Would be to break the ones I love.....I lie still


© Debbie Razey 2014