In shadows lurk the eyes that prey
They lay in wait for me.
I sense the fear before they slay
The peace that once was free.
The light no longer mine to see
As darkness holds me tight.
They bind my will, I am not me
Such is the captive's plight.
With pen in hand each day I write
In hope to find the way
Release my soul from endless night
To feel the light of day.
The act they come to see in play
My life behind the glass
No care for things I have to say
My life is now a farce.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
