Deceptive Steps

I can’t do this anymore,
this stumbling in the dark.
I can’t see where I’m going,
or how to retreat back

My leaden steps are heavy;
clumsy, stuttered; a wreck
Who would accept this journey
without an end in sight?

With clouded, false eyes I see;
half blind, I navigate
in hazy chase; going where?
On this coarse, unset path.

Mind reaches point of flight;
Must find way back to safety.

Caged With Clipped Wings

The wilting of wings

behind iron grip;

clipped off and flaccid

is each rigid rip

Hand crafted splendour

created most grand

labyrinth beauty

hidden in smote hand

Cagèd in spirit,

soul being smothered –

Cries and pleas stifled

within viced cover

Wounded eyes peer out.

These wings want to fly;

to orb horizon

and imprint wide sky…

Fly away, be free.

Heed: the time is now.

Battered and broken

these wings forget how