Trapped

Carelessly striding along the dew before dawn,
Breathing colors streaking by underneath morning sky.

Life has been reduced to this rehearsed routine,
Running to reduce and return to a slimmer teen.

The mind swims in a sea of endorphin,
Echoes of time how long has it been?

Running to hold back,
the labels of society.
Isn't it funny how we want to find faces,
where ever we turn to see?

Cruising port-side in this
Ship painted Life.
Released of struggle and strife
unreal pampered life.

When tragedy strikes a blow,
your pace stumbles and slows.
Behind wrapped shaded vision,
You didn't see it approach'n.

But it stung like barbed wire,
as it hit you across the eyes.
Under your skin threaded gyre,
Like a divorced lovers lies.

But this Trap is real,
They wrap around you like vines.
These rusty serpents of steel,
It won't stop till it binds.

Laying with the taste of metal in your mouth,
You wonder how things managed to go so far south.

Again your mind fills with fear and doubt,
You now realize you are never getting out.

Who could have laid such a trap?
Some alien demoniac that's never coming back.....

Sunday August 4, 2013
10:25 pm