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chains.
my heart is chained, enslaved by emptiness
abyss.
my soul is trapped in a vast bottomless crevasse
darkness.
my eyes somber, murky and can't see no sun
no picturesque world, no vivid imagery, no variegated visage
no moons nor stars, no nothing
just bleak dreary dusk
gagged.
my mouth is shunned, hushed, silenced
i'm choked, nauseated, i'm full, about to surge but can't
wings.
would i be able to break away, and fly, and be free
(i'm gay) i should be
gasp.
air. struggling for breath. must muster enough strength
to shatter these bonds that hold me back
must kindle enough courage
to stand up and say i'm me, i'm free
i can rest now and be happy...





(something i wrote back in college. stumbled upon it this morning when i was looking for something and found my old notebook instead.)