Tongue Tied

The words that tell my story
To the depth it should be told
Have buried deep inside of me
And spread through flesh and bone.

I cannot catch a single thread
That isn't so firmly tied
Around my mind and lungs and heart
That if I pulled it out I'd die.

That's why forming sentences
Is ripping me apart
And as for explaining anything
Will I ever get the chance?

But just as does the lion
When it's trapped inside a cage
I am pacing, pacing all the time
Looking to escape.

I want to relax until the chains I'm in
Fall uselessly away
And words stop meaning life or death
And I can have my say.