Tied To Myself

my soul yearns for more, but i`m helpless. like a bird-wings cut off- i flutter around , in search of that something. dripping with guilt, of all the days i let go by, enclosed in the dungeon of dark life, i lie there, waiting for someone to knock. somewhere - i imagine, somewhere far off, there is light. light that can give me sight. but i`m bound in chains, to the firm grip, of my groaning painful past. i wear a scarf, one that masks my wounds; but my bleeding heart, i cannot hide.