Dried roses, crumbling into dust <br />All beliefs, convictions and trust <br />All I have to show for years of believing <br />Is tracks and traces of dust <br /> <br />Sifted by the wind and rain <br />Grains of sand fly here and there <br />Why is it here and now, a single cell <br />Transfixed, is unable to go anywhere <br /> <br />Much vaunted intellectual autonomy <br />The roots of epistemology <br />Senses spin in scented darkness, and <br />Wait, transfixed like those grains of sand. <br /> <br />Captive to thoughts and inspiration <br />Distanced by wild pointless aspiration <br />Waiting for the breeze to come and scatter <br />My life's blood, my life's matter. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton 2008<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captivity-3/
