Caged for Eternity

Had it been for you,
my designs wouldn't have feigned to fail
The ecstasy that spills the spirit,
as the spring of my time begin to descend
there with the tide that slowly retrieves
as the soul tires itself in an undue way.




Thin as a wafer it may seem,
the meekness of my will,
swaying in your thoughtless time
entwined in your precarious vow
No gentle is the storm to come
backed with my imbecile rage.


Balky is my mind to gauge your absence,
lost for a pretext that doesn't measure my courage.
Like a mirror it always lies at my face,
the incorrigible self that hides in safety
from the relentless ridge it chooses to walk
rather than a self condemned cage.