Homeless Chains | Jordan Freeman

Homeless

Stasis, emotions gone astray
Stranded, that astral sensation from a place I once knew
Returns, penetrating, cold
I push my back to the wall, the cement feels new

Picture 82
©2023 Tina Rimbaldo
photograph

What is it they say, “Fire purifies”?

What of the cold
Tearing me apart

And why should the burden of 
those great mountainous forms
Above, from where I lie,
Be my responsibility?

Was this my fault, what answer do I seek?
At least a sorrow, a wail, anything
Yet, still they watch, expressionless, a poison 
far stronger

The culprit, that condemns what they crave
They are that which surveys the cities
And hides the caves
They journey through crevices and claim conservation
And through these crimes that they commit
I can read their expression clearly
And it feels, stone cold

Chains

Am I
Free
The chamber around echoes
My voice
Escape
Then words

Breathe
The chains break my strength

Provoked feelings

They are here, it is them
I hear their words

They speak of my chains
I know their lies, their false promises

In the spotlight where they sing
There is darkness I have found

My shadow emanates

I have found darkness there
Where they sing in the spotlight

False promises, I know their lies
My chains speak of them

Their words, I hear
It is them, they are here

Feelings provoked

My strength breaks the chains
Breathe

Then words
Escape 
My voice
Echoes around the chamber
I am Free