Freely Trapped

The burning hot desire screams
As it's ripped from my aching chest

While salty waves of roaring streams

Arc down my cheeks in severed crests.

Itching tremors plague my fingers

And tap upon my idle hands

A rhythm of forgotten verse

In muted, dull and chordless strands

As I long for an old release

That, for years, fed my addiction.

I can feel my pumping veins cease;

Burst like a blister in the sun

And my world crashes around me.

Trapping me but setting me free.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Whoah, this is poetically profound! Powerful imagery and great musicality (which only gets a tad wonky in Stanza 3 Line 3). Well done!

[ron]

Very nice. Love how it flows.

[Courtney]

Thanks so much :) x

[ron]

You are most welcome :) x