• I'm bound
    bound to a point which I cannot leave
    spellbound even
    by feelings indescribable by words alone.
    Trying to move on, but caught
    held fast by shackles of the heart
    wishing to be freed.
    Every time these chains unravel, even nearly to the point of coming undone
    nearly allowing me to escape this prison, of which I gladly threw myself into,
    the ward makes his rounds, and stops at me cell
    talking to me as if I am not a prisoner
    but a long lost friend, with time needing to be caught up on.
    Then he leaves, whistling a merry tune
    and these chains tighten
    cutting my breath short
    bringing the world around me
    into
    darkness...
    Upon awakening, night has fallen, and darkness still enshrouds my vision
    and even though
    through the pain
    and the dark
    I smile.
    Why?
    Does this pain thrill me?
    Do these chains to which I am bound bring me joy?
    Why?
    With freedom so tantalizing, calling out to me at every giving moment
    sharing its sweet taste with me ever so slightly, adding to my lust for it,
    why do I still enjoy my enslavement here?
    What is it about this musty place, these chains that shackle my heart and body here that amuses me so?
    I crave freedom, but wish to remain chained.
    The ward opens my cell, offering me freedom
    He throws me the key, and offers me a choice.
    Question being, why can't I choose?