Another Old One, Not Much Has Changed

RELEASE ME

poised to write
my fingers ready
holding still my
laptop steady
waiting for the
words to run
freed from silence
by the sun
here in light
a silence golden
made by others
now beholden
sit i here and
hope to find
some order in
my tortured mind
alone and silent
days go by when
nothing stirs me
nothing tries
and though i sit
and dream and long
i’ve nothing here
no dance, no song
no words are freed
to fill the page
no balm to soothe
such silent rage
a life lived slowly
never known
a tortured soul
without a home
release, release me
from this bond
let only simple
words live on

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