Handcuffed

Murky cloud walls,

an invisible prison,

surging indignity

yesterday’s hostage.

Wrinkled bed,

unjust restraints,

waving goodbye

handcuffed soul.

Past drips down

my rusty bones

cutting my throat

with precision.

Desolate halls,

can’t see outside,

can’t find my way.

Soon I won’t be

remembered at all,

teased by myths

just out of reach.