HOSTAGE

27 Mar HOSTAGE

My palms are sweaty

feel wrapped up and heavy

Feet are knotted

tied up like my tongue

Can’t move these wrists

Locked up, all thumbs

Cant’ speak, dry throat

Rag soaked moat

Can’t see straight

Blindfold leading me astray

I swing and I sway

I’m stuck in this chair

Molded to the floor

emotions control me

My reactions so poor

I’m a hostage to them 

Adhered to my core

I twist and I turn 

But they hold me secure

Held hostage by emotions

I desire no more