As i sit here now,
as i am watching the tide,
i find the thrill of life is gone from me,
from me and my soul.
As i sit here thinking,
i am realizing,
that i am a prisoner in my own mind,
a prisoner in my soul,
my heart wants to run free,
but when i go to jump,
something holds me back.
Is it the thought of embarking,
on an adventure,
that you three are not a part of,
is it the simple prompt of your words,
your faces,
that keeps me here,
Here in this hellish prison.
This was a poem i wrote on 12/1/07.
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