Dwelling

Dwelling on unwanted self-pity, Shackled in invisible chains, I see your smile closing my eyes, Which is the numbing of my pains, Back again to face my demons, A continuous releasing of pride, Submissing myself to your love, Never to leave where I reside, Tossing, monotonously turning, Dreaming sweetly of love and lust, Only to awake to concrete walls, Grey doors and windows of rust, And yet a reoccurring dream of a fountain, It's brim unsecurily flooded with love, Walking down church steps together, Releasing the latch to free the doves.