thelibertine

i clog my mind
with the past
I linger like
some bit of
history
we can not forget
like stain
and slowly
i see the bars
appear
rising higher
and soon
I feel imprisoned
when my chest becomes
tight
i know, i know
i have done this
i look out from behind my eyes
and see words that are mine
that should not be
i hear myself become
a stranger
and wish to cut
myself out
of this prison
I see this is all not true
this is all that which i have
made up
and I let go
and the bars fall
and I can breathe
again
inhaling freedom
taking in the
air that is mine
owning
myself once more