My soul yearns for more,
but i'm helpless.
like a bird-wings cut off-
I flutter around ,
in search of that something.

Dripping with guilt,
of all the days I let go by,
enclosed in the dungeon of dark life,
I lie there,
waiting for someone to knock.

Somewhere - I imagine,
somewhere far off,
there is light.
light that can give me sight.


But i'm bound in chains,
to the firm grip,
of my groaning painful past.

I wear a scarf,
one that masks my wounds;
but my bleeding heart,
I cannot hide.