spellbound
but still standing
i look into your eyes
and then away
i cannot stay
i will not claim this prize
fucked up
and fucked over
i cannot take the heat
i'd leave the kitchen
groaning, bitching
but it's all too neat
hung up
and left dangling
in sweat and shit and piss
yet somehow
i'm still angling
for a safe path out of this
spellbound
but still moving
and i shall still be free
you cannot win
with grace or sin
so please just let me be
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers