Captive

 

Blank Pages. 

  Peaceful in the night, light flutter of breeze. 

It is ease(ier) here. 

  He...

Is another night intoxicated. 

  Kept perhaps at bay from me, 

     Or vice versa. 

The freeway off in the distance provides an ocean sound wave 

  Against the chittering crickets 

And distant passing cars. 

  I would like...

Nothing more now...

  Than the space just to be me. 

 He...

No, he 

    "Does not have eyes to see", 

Rather governed by the intoxication of power and false-control. 

And he will not 

  Let me be me. 

Instead, 

  It is slighted, and hampered

Bullied into submission, and dimmed. 

  Suffocated and inebreiated, 

In order to suffer the chaos of him. 

  No...

I'd rather him go now. 

Go. 

How to force a break, however...

  Well yes, I suppose, that I don't know. 

 

How do you unleash a dragon? 

  How do you tame a bull? 

I have had to slither a slow tip-toe 

   without rippling the pool...

I've had to Master the blade

  To sever this bond. 

I've had to erect my defenses 

  One by one, 

So as not to alert a soul. 

I've had to quiet, a torrential flame, 

So as not to burn it all. 

This has to be, 

  A silent retreat; 

Otherwise, the tower will fall. 

This has to be a stealthy surrender, 

Otherwise the Dragon 

   Will Burn us All.