Reality and limbo have,
As one become an entity,
Synonymous with my free life,
Monotonous in time passing
I, aware and paralyzed
Cannot move to shatter shackles,
Rusting ‘round my sluggish wrists,
Encumbering my flowing soul
I’ve let the vines choke my heart,
But embers halt the growing plant,
And heat makes ashes of intrusion,
At least to stop the hindrance there
Now drawing heat from another,
This thick, dead soil set to dry,
The target is the roots within,
My hope in love to break the flaw
