Bound

Bound

All I see,
Is who I can’t be,
Watching from the distant shore,
Wishing I could soar,
Am I the broken chain?
Am I the one I should blame?
Rage is shrouding,
The room of my mind is crowding,
Under attack,
Cloaked in black,
Praying for change,
It’s like I’m deranged,
All I do is lament,
All I do is vent,
Even after I repent,
I go home and still transgress,
Satan makes me feel like I’m something less,
Self-built barriers,
Demonic harriers,
Asking where to go,
Which seeds to sow,
I look around me and see I’m not the same,
They look at me and say lame,
Behind my back,
Trying to derail my track,
Saying how I’m whack,
How I’m a pariah,
But really I’m just about to tire,
I can’t take anymore of their phony plastic,
Maybe I’ll do something brutally drastic,
Rage still a cage,
Burning flames on my page,
They say he’s just going through that age,
But he knows its so much more,
Something from deep within his core,
His heart; his temple is being rocked,
After too many of his peers have him blocked,
Lying alone in his bed,
Healing will take place they said,
All he feels right now is dead,
Does faith have enough street-cred?
What will happen on the thirty-first?
Will I continue to be cursed?...