Vibratory powers of thought
Trapped like bees in a bonnet
Cries of pain stifled and caught
You run but can’t escape it
Dust-devils scattering thought
Caught between hawk and buzzard
Palpitating heart, muscles taut
Who fights, who flees the hazard
Self-imprisonment within thought
Lion is quiet as a mouse
Squeaks from a lion come to naught
Roar, king you reign this jailhouse
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Women Who Run with the Wolves
Sip a little more:
Ever Felt Hostage In People’s Projections Of You?
The Inquiry: Am I Not The Chosen, Chooser & Choosing?
