Free
Hanging darkness, thick enough to touch
Its hungry arms wrapped about me
Holding fast, holding tight
I struggle against its relentless grip
Yearning to free myself from its restraint
Imprisoned, enslaved
No key, no strength
Powerless against my captor
The choking stench of my fears engulf me
Withering my weakened resolve
Tearing at my tortured soul
Wait, is that a light I see?
That welcome flash of brilliance
As the door to my horrible tomb flings open
The tentacles of the terrible darkness release me
Slither in retreat to the shadows
Your angelic voice bids me, come out
Your enchanting fragrance arouses my long-slumbered mind
For now, for once
Awake, alert
The cumbersome fog now gone
I see what you have known all along
My prison was inside my head
And I, my only warden
With you, at last
Free.
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