14th July 2020

I am a spring wound tight 
Waiting for the moment of release, 
Tension twisting deep into my soul 
Compressing and depressing all I am.

Choking on a strangled scream
 Trapped within constricted throat,
 Struggling hard to be set free
 From out this dumbing Trappist cell.

Solitude has chained me fast
 Against unyielding Promethean rock,
 Exposed defenseless to be pricked
 By memory’s lethal poison tipped barbs.

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