Food For Thought

Try to escape-

Run away, run away.

Reflections of time and space enable yet
increasingly entice me with the pot of gold,
dangling carrots, crystaline dreams,
promises in stone.

Rope ties bind the unbound.

Blood can't circulate in retrospect.

Exhiliration encloses me yet foreboding is
enshrouded and enshrined in my heart.

Dark closets bequeath the response and the question-

Skeletons dance with faces no longer visible
to those who have no eyes, no ears, no heart.

Bottled up emotion.

Straining for release like a swollen cork that has
a chokehold on me, a screw which is threadbare.

Baring more than the soul, baring more than life itself,
baring the unbearable-

Food for thought,
served upon order.