Blasted

Blasted, the incarceration
moved itself into their lives.
Hearth and home become
the walls of their imprisonment.
They held themselves
within their walls of fear.

Their courage spent in all too many rounds
of turning tales round to please the crowd.
They fled again. It wasn't a surprise.
The mystery lay in the plight
of feeling all that pain unto its end.

Blasted, their incarceration -
moving ever deeper into them.
The blandness of their days
could not amend the greater wrong.
They could not help but feel the blues
that dwelt within their great love songs.

Blasted, the incarceration
moved itself into
their lives again...

? Michaelette ?

6/5/2003
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