belonging

everyday must be filled
with certain creativity;
every moment must be alive
with hopeless uncertainty

my time is my own
but my life has been rented;
partitioned and divided
with no hope of being mended

Passion

Sweet, merciless passion
Claws at my flesh
Burns like a candle
Ignited in my chest;
Devoid of intimacy
Unfulfilled by desire
Therein lies my sole passion
To extinguish my soul’s fire

It was with great confusion
That I did retard
The notion of freedom
As the absence of
Obligation

I am a battered and broken raft
Set adrift on choppy waters;
My future is a depthless death
In which I shall no doubt
Be torn asunder
I am a prisoner of my own
Noble intentions; my yearning
For freedom built these walls
That now house a boundless
But broken spirit