Poet

There is a bard
Within me
I’m sure!
Struggling against
The bondage
Bound by the skeleton
Of the mind
Yearning to break free
Fighting against
The stupor
Induced by Prozac
Mortified by The fear
Of turning prosaic

The bard hears
His own songs
Reverberating through
The dark innards
In search of light
And release
I hear them too
In my sleep and dreams
There’s no trace
When I wake up