Born into flesh constructed cells,
Bones constrict, ligament shackles restrict my fight for light,
For freedom, to soar into the blue filled reflection
To take my first breath of air
After asphyxiating in a vat of crimson tar.
Longing for the conjugal visits from creativity,
Inside I pace, I wait to satiate this hunger
This desire to escape if only for brief heartbeats.
To fly like a petal upon the wings of imagination
Forgetting this damnation of now.
A lover of instant gratification
With promises of momentarily salvation
That prize open synthetic bars to let me crawl out
Away from the judge, the jury and executioner
That ironically but most heartbreaking... are me.
I only want to be free.