"Bargain"A Poem by masqued_museA poem about....me?"I know I craft from a prisoner's stance, the spirit, gagged and bound. I know that redemption is elegant trance, but wings make an awful sound. I breathe words in; I push death through, and with this crying pen, I pour it all on you. I know my voice screams on a page, though no one hears the sound. I know that the noise of a deaf mute's rage, defines the smile of a clown. I sleep with a veil; I crawl to the moon, everything's for sale, discounts coming soon. I know my heart is wilting fast, granite petals fade. I know my hands cannot last, I watch them turn to jade. I hear a heartbeat; I cannot find a vein, while passion melts heat, ink is my guilty stain. I dream of finer stronger lands, as I chase the mystery. But while I build them with my hands, my soul rips them from me. © 2011 masqued_museAuthor's Note
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