Cages have slowly crept in at night; I wander.
Feelings caged me in, I believe, in slumber.
Still, I need, still I bleed; I begin to let in sin.
My soul is old, as am I, so I patrol it again.
In my mind, I leave behind; I’m sending under
the noise in the background, turning to thunder.
My name is vast; I want to last under the flight,
to a place where I can feel tenderness and delight.
Bemused, I’m confused, living with the fight
that has caused a cost I can’t win in fright.
As cold creeps in, the comfort of love I ration.
Upward, on into the great beyond, I fashion.