Prisoner in a Pencilcase

Why can I not stroke, not type, not draw through her phrases...

Too long its been

Has she nothing to say

Nothing to offer

Through all her new experiences..... nothing!

Or is it that there's too much to say, too much experiences

Too much ecstasy to flow through one piece 

Help her poetic Gods, I feel like she's lost her way

Has she become to structured, forgot the freedom to write

Well let her just ramble to open up the gates again

Let the woes, the joys, the morals all roll off the sheets again

And again, and again.

Can the words crawl out of my master's spoken box

Or was it tied with too much duties

She needs to be untied

Released

Freed

PLEASE... I beg

I want to touch the silk pages once again

                 Amesha Greaves

10/15

Author's Note

Haven't written in over a year , trying to free my thoughts through words all comments are welcomed.