Tethered For A Reason Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

sarcasm laughing in the dark,
the deep cold hand reaches to grab,
asking for a touch of some warm flesh,
a taste of freedom,
though all the begging it begins to fight,
pulling down the tethers that had us connected,
sending my way of thinking into overdrive,
a hyper extended version of my conscious,
that breathes fire, and sees shadows,
the very essence that kept us sane,
upon the delivery of the package,
the air became cold and numb,
forgiving for asking and asking for forgiveness,
why must my smile fade, like wet mascara on your face,
running and running to make the leap and always come up short,
the place i once grew up is now a pit of sorrow,
the respect i once had, is now the respect of the dishonored,
the emotions i once had, are now the laughs of pain,
the dignity i once obtained, is now the stew of black i feed from,
the love i once created, is now nothing more than the hatred,
that erupt from my heart.