what dwells inside

tied up  to a stone

beaten down and left all alone

trying to fly without wings in the sky

no music no guts no dance and no song

the sharp blade of fear is too sharp

it cuts me off in mid-sentence

it slashes me to pieces

i can't say what i feel

anger eludes me

it leaves a pain

my rage is dry

and i only

survive

in the

rain

©paul viel 2004