Thursday, November 11, 2010

Break the Fetter

Round and round
spiralling in a box
gravity bound
In the dark of nox

She tries to fly
with might need she try?
Nay, for she is her gravity
Her night,imprisoned by infidelity


Farther she searches , farther
Until she can see no more
Oh, why now demur?
Only the mirror shows her foe

An impetus to grow
A spark to ignite
A brake to her tow
Her friend,the fear inspite

Her only prisoner
Her only saviour
Are both one another
Save the mind before she wither