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The Iron Cage** Within a prison built of bone and sinew, He dwells, a captive, where no sun shines in. His flesh, a battlefield where armies clash, And joints, once fluid, now are bound in ash. Psoriasis, a crimson, crawling tide, Leaves burning trails where life should freely glide. Arthritis, with its gnawing, twisting grip, Has stolen...

It seems like I can’t be seen People always think I’m mean, No matter what I do It never seems to come through There’s evil behind every deed Or so they all seem to believe No one can just be nice Echos in my head every night What’s causing the illusion they see I need to know what’s in front of me

Rooted in place, too many things pulling at it. Instead of being nourished, it gives and gives. It withers, draws itself inward, yet the roots are still searching, still trying to give of themselves. It tore itself up by the roots and flew off, not knowing where it was headed. It crashed straight into a wall and fell to the ground. It lay there...

I am a speck On the time line Never the ace in the deck This world is not mine I live now Later I lived never To time I am forced to bow Probably forever For I am not I am the thing you forgot Said you miss me a lot I believe it not For we are temporary Perhaps even imaginary But I lust so very To imprint on the...

Delicate muse with the knowing smile Please share precious moments with me for a while Would you tell me your name or perhaps even more While I fall in love deeply, forever, for sure Loveliest lady with rose-petal skin Could you open your heart and let this fool in I knew from a distance where my heart belongs To the delicate muse who inspires all...

I used to think that moving on was unkind Mean Making light of what once was Did you truly love if you can leave it behind? But we leave so much behind That becomes a landmark Graves Checkpoints All of them mean something Leave a scar Change us Maybe for the better, maybe not But they help us grow into ourselves I once heard a widow say,...

How can you love when hate's all you've known? How can you arrive when the chance has flown? Love feels so distant, hard to comprehend; When words lose their melody, and rhythms won't blend. Without a guide to show you the way, Will you wander in circles, lost day after day? In a world without maps, where paths intertwine, How do you find...