Waiting Out The Winter

Which is more elusive

freedom or sanity

When one disappears the other

follows so quickly

Certain species, races, beings are gifted, you see

with the power to rob us of either

should they feel so inclined

to bother

The land is run by a man-made set of rules

described as Holy or patriotic tools

Ethics are invented,

although a consciousness is not

Adamant beliefs are highly protected

and when challenged frequently emerge victorious

You can't speak, think or feel

Severed wings never heal

So justifies the kill

Wait out the winter

Under forced custody

The static cold feels more like home

than this open-armed penitentiary

and we embrace the comfort of lost liberty

So fictile is identity

without self-governance

That's why free-thinkers always feel

so lost and desperate

And I just witnessed my first death

I watched the last escaping breath

I just saw a life turn into death

For them to claim it doesn't count

is reckless, blind ignorance

A cry for help - silenced

I saw her go...

I don't know where

a frightened stare

became a lifeless glare

Suddenly she was no longer there with me

although I'm there with her

I didn't know when it was okay to exhale

The excuse-making race decides

that breaking their own laws applies

But, taking ANY life is wrong

I feel the pain for every one

Though you can stand, learn, still ignore

the weight of knowledge cracks glass floors

Ink runs quickly, blood runs slow

So wait for the rain waters to flood the snow

Wait out the winter

Under forced custody

The static cold feels more like home

than this open-armed penitentiary

and we embrace the comfort of..

Disgrace yourself because you've caged yourself in

Destined path's a dead-end

Eyes take snapshots from broken clocks

Motion slows to a sleep-walk

and senses shut down with the frost

and All is ending

Mental hibernation