In a sense,
I am trapped,
as the powers to be,
have taken from me...

A life which i dreamed,
broken and crushed,
bleeding within,
silent and hushed.

Trying to get back,
that which I lost,
A storm inside,
tempest tossed.

The desire to rise,
and walk to what awaits,
Needs some food,
some kind of bait.

To draw me out,
and bite,
stuck on for life,
no respite.