it's late. i'm sad, reflective, tired and insane.

started as a short piece of prose but it's too emotional, abstract and disjointed. well.. disjointed prose works sometimes but i just felt like playing around with this. no rhyming. true artists reject technical conventions... naw, i'm just undisciplined.

here goes.

In a Cage.

Glory is fleeting in these dark halls;
where sinister thumping of fear echoes.
I am sad because this heart is in a cage.
I run.
Run as fast as I can;
a quick, crafty creature chasing the sun.
I fly.
Fly away from cold clutches;
icy hands that grip and squeeze into icy fists.
I am bruised… and I heal.
But not quite.
I am sad because this heart is in a cage.