Imprisoned

Tears flow 

without cause 

and with little resistance

They pool 

on my cheeks

then drift,

awkwardly, 

down my neck

I know not why I cry

or for what, 

only that I do 

I feel so desolate...

so lonely, 

so void of any hope

Trapped in a life 

I don't understand, 

and with no recourse

I wish to break free

but I'm anchored 

by a cruel

twist of fate; 

so,

here I lie 

dormant

I struggle, 

to breathe, 

eat or see; 

I barely make it through the days

Yet, 

here I am;

still,

holding on 

by a solitary thread 

with broken finger nails

and hands 

too weak

to let go

Still, 

though, 

my soul rejoices in the simple; 

I only wish to roam 

free...

amongst the hills,

the trees, 

the birds, 

the clouds...

To wade in the ocean; 

to feel the moon, 

again, 

on my face

I have unwittingly

been imprisoned

by this

relentless,

barbaric disease

but to flee,

would be 

to break the ones I love... 

so

here I lie, 

still...

© Debbie Razey 2019 ~ Violet Moon Poetry