Fortress
Get up! Get out !
You\'re dying there,
The world is waiting , you\'re ripe for change.
What\'s keeping you there in those four walls?
Your rumination souring you like old milk .
You protest of the shackles that bind you .
You fool no one !
Clatter clank goes your heart ,
Palms slick as snail slime .
Thoughts racing like a freight train through your head to pounce -
The jackal is again triumphant , lurking in the back only to step in for the kill in the last moment.
You hang up your coat.
Shoulders stooped in defeat.
Fear has won again today.