Sometimes...
Caged within
pacing back and forth
wanting to run
through the fields
a new path no doubt
my freedom is all
fleeing the killer me
killing myself with doubt
death by dread
crazy me crazy me
let me out
grandma you were right
the black pill could be a delight
then I do run..
through the fields
across the stream
the air and the love returns
who was that crazy fool?
me

KT Feb 19 2014