silence like violence caters for many

 so I am just silent

in this world of words

a poet with few  verbs

and one or two  nouns

I wear a frown

underneath my mask

with my sadness bottled I drink from its flask

endless answer searching

perching  like a sparrow on a branch

waiting for fate to crush me like an avalanche

I can never fly high enough

 to avoid the rocks and snow

so I will wait for  fate like a slave

 for it to come get me

never mind freedom

I regret me

my choices

and habits

 bleed  me like leeches

 life is a teacher

it teaches

as well as enslaves

but can it save

me from this mortal coil

like a god that is loyal

and saves

can I be set free

 can I not remain a slave

to  what I have become

thirsting for an answer

to the question of life...