Stuck in a time
where nothing matters
my lips are sealed shut
with laws that bind
me to an early grave
of the mind, soul, and body.
Do I struggle to break free?
To stand up and say something?
Do I dare?
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Stuck in a time
where nothing matters
my lips are sealed shut
with laws that bind
me to an early grave
of the mind, soul, and body.
Do I struggle to break free?
To stand up and say something?
Do I dare?