Bounded
Nothing rests in peace,
All the delights gone,
The place around amiss,
Making me anything but shone.
How will I do it?
Without support?
I need the wings of care,
Of belonging as mare.
Peeping through the high walls,
I sort the clumsy weather,
Eyes spotting those malls,
Leaving sparkling eyes that matter.
I long to get some caress,
The freedom to fly,
To look world, from my eyes.
To overcome the shy.
But here I am,
Locked inside the tower,
Nothing to kneel on,
Holding the gaze of star.
Wiping away the tears,
I gently try to calm my soul,
Walking as if it is just a gear,
Just when it wants to haul.
28/10/12
