letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging

time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell

wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones, and your name is Soul

i close my eyes
welcoming the darkness
drowning in hurt unbearable

bound and motionless
waiting for time to slow
and swallow me

here i lie covered
rooted in misery and despair
as a corpse waiting for burial

pleading silently for words
to will my spirits to lift
and set my sad soul free

i finally find my way through
after each fall i eventually rise  
gracefully learning to cope