cocooned within my small space and time
cosy comes close when I am at my best
accepting this is my lot eases all consternation
its when I want to fly and cannot for reasons beyond
all thought this nest becomes a maximum security prison

Prison is a mirage
a place someone wants you to be

and as long it is not you
you have all the keys

Prison break
from maximum security

It wasn't you I wanted beside me,
It wasn't anyone in particular.
It wasn't anyone at all
It was the feeling of love,
Of being loved and taken care of.
This feeling is what I wanted,
To pin down and fall asleep
With its legs slung across me.
This longing has become need,
The need to feel any form of love
In ****** comfort and this security.
The need makes me stupid.

Anger, discontent
are like a house
after work
some place where you wrap yourself
in a security blanket
of irritability

hungry for touch
but misanthropic
can't taste lust
but for the One Unobtainable
can't help her
can't detach
only recourse, lash out

Anger is like a house

Could you take my hand
Just for a moment
So I can have some semblance
of security

They walk into darkness
exiled from fear.

Relinquished  cerebral thoughts,

freedom   wanes,

dissolved      into             rote-reality,

into a spirit of ****,

cast                        downtrodden,


embracing submissive                bogus         security.