pulled

[creativesoul]

that string that came
like an arrow into the wing
that i had to stop flying with

broke and burned that tie
the last time
anyone will implement their program on me
maybe the thing that drove her hard is the thing
i refrain from
tearing down the lies
wallpaper of delusions
placed over the energy
of many old ideas
covering nothing

steam melts every pore
floor matts of indignities
bathroom carpets of temporary uselessness
self esteem soaking in a river of dreams
wanted more than i could give
tht wing starts flap apping
wind is thriving in between those feathers
moisture and the smell of freedom
long term vision
that lil mouse
was eaten so long ago