I almost let them get me

Trick me

Obscure me

Secure me in chains of lament and longing

of torment and tension

of a 5th dimension

a binding extension of the human caricature

Where love waits impatiently in line

behind fear, society, career, status, lust & hate

Where everyone just can’t wait to be first

Then fumbles to explain why they aren’t quite ready

when their turn comes

As the sun burns a tattoo

of humanity onto

my skin

my soul

my eyes

my flesh

my breasts

bare the beating heart of the masses

As love ambivalently passes me by

Ashes lie on the earth where

my dreams were born

Torn between the life & the love

I wait

For them to pick me

Get me

Control me

Mold me

Fold me into the life of their dreams

And hold me in a place where sunbeams

are no longer welcome

I felt them

before they even arrived

I tried

and I swear I was almost

Free

By Cynthia Mitchell a.k.a. Original Cyn ©