A Poem
Bound I am within these walls
Crying loudly, echoing in the halls
Burning inside are opulent desires
Looking and gazing into the fires
The abyss consumes without warning
How dreadful it is to see what can not be seen
A shadow a crystal a shiney sheen
A pith is all that is needed
What can be heard and touched, defeated
Walking weary and battle scarred
Blazing mountains and dancing trees
I come to believe
I've come too far....