PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Place me under lock and key
composed of knives that sever me,
pills that bind me to the breeze
and cast me far from misery

Your means of conscious tinkering
will suit me just as comfortably,
for when I'm risen from my sleep...
I'll be new and incomplete

Write it bold on inner eyes -
a simple blink will set aside.
Hindrance come won't break my stride
or fault the ways to which I abide

I've given up on self-repair,
through fault or switch or greenest air
the latter of which I do declare
a flaw the likes of none despaired

Modify or justify until I feel a change;
I give you every building block to feel or rearrange
I'll sacrifice all inner works and light upon my face
just to breathe with ease as I begin to slow my pace.