My voice has been stolen..
My hands have been bound..
My mind has been drugged..
A surface is nowhere to be felt
or found..
My legs are paralyzed
by a kiss so venomous
it has shut my entire system down..
Suffering from writers block
although this poem proves it's a paradox
for there is one ray of sunlight
shining through my wooden box
from two different sources of hope
that remain painfully in the distance
My eyes carve the words in the wood
within my poetic grave
She got away and I realized it too late
failed to see the death sentence on that lisence plate
as she literally drove away
with everything I loved
Just one thing remained..
the pain of a broken promise that she would stay

Now I've changed..
with a broken throat
I laugh within my shallow grave
For my voice has been taken away
but the fire still resides
I will fight, grab the shards
from my broken honour and pride
to get back what is both yours and mine..
My heart is healing in a safe place now..
Far from harm, only allowed to be tended by one person
My soul kept warm, steadily sleeping at home
never alone..
I will walk through day and night
my fire burning bright
fiery eyes, pierce through the darkest of nights
with wit, salvaged from my ancestors
to provide the sharpest of minds
to push for everything that is well within my right..
I will break out of this grave
because it is nothing more than an illusion
I will fight and at the end of the day
the truth will meet both our eyes..
Time to rise, the sun is burning bright
this morning..