"Crossroads"

 

Heart pacing here and there

Like a pregnant deer in labour

But fear throws its bands on her 

So truth is born a stillborn

 

How do I begin to bare this hopes

Woven around my mind like tensed spider webs

For their is no freedom in being free

It only strengthen the chains that desires to bind us.

 

Freedom call is desirous

Letting caged words fly abroad

Towards the ears that they were meant for

Jarred by the potency of fear.

 

So I will let this anger speak in silence

Let time's strokes cure this madness

With hope that you won't be blind

To all these actions on the feet of fear.