The Trappings of the Heart

Indecision is my prison,

idealism blurs my view.

I crumble at the vision

of who I gave my heart to.

I cannot tunnel under

or slither through the bars.

I’m captured by the love

that we make after hours.

My freedom taunts me daily,

calls to me from the door.

But the siren call that claimed

me keeps me chained to the floor.

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