Delirium

September's Calling

Friday, September 2012

Lost in a haze
Trapped in a black and white cage
A lion looks at me through the broken window
There's and ice sheen threatening to crack below
I am trying to accept the place I am in
But it gets harder for me to see
The skies are foggy; encapsulating my wings that want to soar free
Maybe it was meant to be this way
Yet I wish the light were part of my time framed day.

>>k.l