i want to escape from you <br />how can i? i am bound to every syllable. <br />your words no longer laces <br />of red silk but chains of stainless steel <br />around my wrists <br /> <br />how perfect is this slavery of words <br />inside this cave of emptiness <br /> <br />others boast of the bliss inside <br />the cornucopia of your promises <br />the taste of every consonant <br />ambrosia of sweet sounds <br />the harmony of hollowed halls <br />the blissful rest that every comma provides <br />inside an array of images <br />breathe breathe breathe <br /> <br />i want to escape from you <br />but here i am stranded again on an island <br />of metaphors <br /> <br />for today she sends me a message <br />that she feels that i am down and i need to reconstruct <br />every pattern every path of this <br />labyrinth for me to find the final exit <br />of my own freedom <br /> <br />however <br /> <br />i am glad that inside this loneliness <br />there are many of us <br />hanging on clinging to the taps of our fingertips <br />making good at the wings of words and we begin to learn to fly <br />inside the little space of blue clouds and shining sun and blowing air <br />in this cozy corner of the heart <br />this poetry that binds us to bleed and yet <br />so blithe so light so free<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poetry-that-binds/
