Analysis 101 Poem by melissa mundy

You say we will chip away
until the mind rests sane.
Bu never did I hear you say
your sculptures burn in pain.
You say I flew above the madness
now calm holds me to the ground
you never said a hopeless
Hades lies between what's found.
So you take up your chisel
still searching for the light
blinded by this puzzle
I am bound to the night.
Silently, I shatter, I am torn apart
your inscription, forever on my heart.