" Enclosed "

Constricted with lines
Bound tighter than anyone can tell
Waiting for a season that never comes
Waiting for a hero that's long gone
Looking around corners only to find solid windows
They don't open
It might be better if there was a curtain to close
But they're transparent
I can see through them
I can see the sunshine, but it doesn't inspire me
And the approaching cold scares me
I feel the chill coming
I feel the winter sun
I see the glistening snow that mocks reality
That begs to be held and dreamed in
But at the slightest touch becomes damaged
And unbeautiful
Do I feel the summer moon?
No, too weary from nothing
Put on another's life and move along
Sometimes that's the only way to survive
But sometimes that's a Godsend

BJH
8/14/2006

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