#recourse #pen #writing #imprisoned #shackles



The pen

is my only recourse

for refuge

from this cage

in which

I am imprisoned


with mighty strokes

& lashes

I chop at the steel bars

that isolate me

from the free world


the shackles

impede my motion

force me into

involuntary stasis


and my eyes

refuse to see the key

I hold

right in my own hand


as the existential blahs

set in

and the sheer nonsense

is stupefying


nobody said

it would be easy

and it hasn’t been


I didn’t listen then

and I can’t hear now

as screams drone

into silence

a hum that has no meaning

and offers no solace


but I’m starting

to get it back

and remember

what it’s all about