Monday, August 16, 2010

Routine

It comforts most-
I am left unsatisfied,
but yet I am immobile.

I sit in your illusion.
comfort; you promise.
I feel despite.

Wanting more-
you can't give it.
obsessed with your rhythm.

I've been captured-
prisoner or follower?
I am not myself regardless of your power.

I'm finished-not devoured.

2 comments:

Lanea Sampson said...

Finally!!! Something written by Chelsea! I check all the time and I'm usually disappointed cuz there's nothing new. But, alas, today is the day! A wonderful poem, a new background and a cute pix!! Thanks!

Kat said...

One blog post a year I guess? At least this one was quality since the quantity is lacking. More please!!!