Bound Poem by Adam M Snow

Bound
By: Adam M. Snow

'Bound, ' a word I fear when all thing's near,
my past, myself I choose to hide.
But of bound, my fear drawing near; my world I denied.
Is there no hope? My life is bound, my life's profound still I hide.
I long for freedom I cannot grasp.
To have you understand, now while I clasp my truth I dare not speak.
Why can't I love with shadows covering?
Just for once, the feeling of free; my path before me, broken.
My arms, my legs both strapped to this pedestal whom I called life;
my eyes blinded by strife.
My tongue cut out before me so I may see,
there's no hope for me yet; but I regret it all.