Tied Down

They are out There making lives

I sit in the regular haze

rehashing old addictions

Bed couch chair

Again!

Wishing for a Body I used to dwell in

Wishing for an Earth I never knew

Crying for the future that blinks away

when I reach out

Every grasp is never found

And the others party on

Braids and red berries

Theater and galaxy pants

Moves and the music

When do they ever cry?

When do they want to scream through the pain

the way I feel the soul of the world screaming

not wanting to die

missing herself, her beauty, before the children

Forgot

and tried to build again from her blood

to make grinning habitations

confining roads that burn her skin

And still they want to feel alive

as do I

not held in this old web

of yearning