#recourse #pen #writing #imprisoned #shackles

PEN IS MY ONLY RECOURSE

 

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