“Love”
Love is like a penitentiary
Prison walls to hold hostage
While the feast is scarce
It is the spice of life
The flavor is delicate and sweet
Yet the bitter blindfolded surrender may be ripped upon release
Love holds you steady but shifted, calm yet breaking
Keeps the body and mind in check and the heart in stitches
Contradictory messages to the head from the hands undeclared
While writing countless letters to the one who has denied it all
The unreturned calls
The pilling pen marks on my hands
Ink wasted
While in prison you only get one way out
Maybe that is how love should be
If you were not on the other end of the line I would not call
Let me out let me out
Trapped and confined I drown in love
I am here to stay
You are the convict making my own cell
Why am I trapped yet you are free
Love becomes the shackles on your legs yet light like air
You are the flame of the furnace in the hearth
Yet the wildfire wiping out the town
Engulfing entire escapades
Drowning decades of decisions
Capturing convicts
I am your convict trapped in a flame of leftover love
My prison is the scrap pile yet the pedestal is reserved for one.
Bio: Younger writer from North Carolina, her love of poetry from a young age has prompted her to write poetry in her free time hoping others would find the same kind of joy that she does.
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