Weary

I just wish to scream. I see all these smooth words. with perfect rhythm. and the thoughts so complete. that I want to tear the paper up. so that I can have peace. just leave me be. these words I write, whose balance and form make me weep at night, I stare at the old and say how did that happen My understanding is gone Not only of thought but now of the soul with fear that the images in my mind will never find their home they refuse to just stay so I write out my soul until nothing is left of this bone weary soul all I want is rest to be where they no longer cry to be released of the prison that they consider my mind The bars no longer block my mind unless you count the crumbling wall that was meant to keep them at bay