Looking Out From the Inside

Sounding shackles of my life chain, Drag the echoes along, From my mind until I find, beat where temple belongs. So conducted, yet the symphony disrupted with a wrong song. Sadness plays until the words fade, Eulogy of funeral melody sinks with the day. Ears listen, but never hear what I say. Seconds rush by, while the hours advance. Silently slipping into a sleepless trance. A slumber so stale and still, harmony mirages dance. Looking at the wind weathered window above, I caught and kept, the smile of a morning dove. Freedom to navigate, With flight her true love. Was this creature ever crippled from a path of flight? Were feathered features a muse of her sky less plight? A spirit slave, enraged, deceived by false light? All of a sudden, a couple came staggering by, Startling her grace, causing her to fly. Away from our nightmare, seen within my eye.