letters to an inmate,

The feelings i wear on my words.
The things i should keep hidden.
They told me of healthy fear,
Knowing i would never listen.
The things that should frighten,
Never would even if they could.
I walk head strong smitten-
Begging to get bitten.
Yet your bite is not so much a fright.
It's your bark that siren soothes
And like that moth to flame
I am inequivicollay drawn to the spark...
The dark, you light up with a ferocity
The duplicity- the smile in me
Is the rage caged in empty frames
I see through the names
Wondering....
how long we've been at this game.
Blocks and hard knocks shattered,
Broken beyond repair...
The tattered remnants of my wall.
Infuriated that you see me.
Free me of your knowing eyes.
Yet i am bound to the unsound...
Programmed to be dammed ...
Rammed into corners;
self created- circular.
Swamps quicksand grab me by the hand.
Flipped back into this land
The space where i began.
I will play the hand i am dealt...
Setting aside a history
In which neither of us reside.
Rules of the same schools,
Rocks ricochet the empty walls,
Loud! i cover my ears ...
Yet without so much a knock...
You enter-hell bent to pitch your lost tent.
Filling up the quiet- with the light
Blinding us both...
Minds eye view of you
Told me to look up
As
A fly on the wall told me
To be bold- release my hold
Headstrong- i cannot fold
Piece by piece, sold
Remanants of a false permanence.
Real or imagined- seal my indifference
In a stormy shade of gratitude...
And now i am late...
Click Bait caught...
in the aftermath
of the things I'll never learn.




S.O.C.K.S.