I Return Once Again

I say I had to leave, though truly 'twas my fault.

Reality ensnared me, and locked me in it's vault.

To break free I had tried, and tried even more again,

no matter how I tried, I just no longer could begin.

My muse it finally left me, and sadly rightly so:

foolishly I pushed aside and feigned a fog from woe.

What I missed was never woe, but emotion all in all, 

for I missed the sweetened tender rings of tenderness' call.

I missed the world's I built myself, through the callus of my thought,

I dread the world that others made, through corrupted evil plot.

But again now I return, and I can bare to fare no longer,

to stave the ever growing feeling, of my own inflicted hunger.

To free my mind from the madness of these cages self-imposed,

and repay the debt I made in me of insanity's song composed.

I hold it back no longer, my window 'tis abroad.

delusions are released, and frozen thoughts are thawed.

How I missed this sweet release, more soon I wish yielded.

From the nightmare of reality, I should have kept it shielded.

But shielded we can ne'er remain, for reality 'tis too strong;

but a window of escape, I can peer through when I long.

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

I feel the emtions your writing about very nice job

[Alec]

Thank you!

[W R Stowe]

your welcome

[Qavah Simchah]

This is restlessness put into words, slightly scattered like it's persona's own thoughts. I enjoy the many pauses and stream-of-consciousness feel. My favorite line: "delusions are released, and frozen thoughts are thawed." I wonder if it's not suicidal? Reality and delusions seem blurred as one. Is imagination a self-imposed cage? What is this person tormented by? A false reality?

[Alec]

Thank you for the positive review! When I was writing this I was trying more to convey that the person is actually tormented by reality, and their solace was in their delusions. But, that is the beauty of writing, it can be interpreted however the reader reads it!