Poem

My heart is so torn.

My thoughts consumed.

I seek forbidden treasures to which there is no easy path.

I long for solace, peace, joy and comfort. I long for a fiery heart.

My passion is bound up and chained. Bridled by metal and stone. Such painful restraints are these that don't allow me to be, in essence, free.

I wish so terribly to be free. My mind, heart and soul scream out for that which cannot be.

Will I forever live in these chains? Should I allow myself to whither into dust in these chains? This is not how it started, but it seems is how it will end. Ashes to ashes, chains and dust.