My body is like a house.
It keeps my soul locked in.
I try to break out at times,
leave behind all that keeps me chained in.
But my house is a keeper,
she thinks of everyone but me.
She seems to feel the touch that never reaches me
and yet she believes and makes me believe too
That staying is worth it.
That staying is peace for all.
I sit screaming as does a child left in a dark room
my voice echoes back, never reaching beyond the walls.
My body is like a house.
A palace of haunted memories.
And i sit alone wondering if escape is what i seek
For my body is like a house,
I am far too tired living in...
       -J.leeo