pray, dear heart
before you fly away
do not flutter so mightily
you i cannot hold down
but hold still you must
firm must you stay
i myself in disarray
and flustered.

The itch is such a bitch
the tickle of freedom not mine
they say in trials you must try
and trying am i,
i know i can
at least for now
but not long before i
burst and lose my mind.

nia @ 5.54pm