Set Free And Bound Poem by Brad Kellum

Standing alone in this valley of twilight.
Razing, bitterly cold wind, cutting through.
Tiresomely blamed for our decadent plight.
Penitently humbled, on my knees I come unto You.

Winter moon, staring down so accursedly.
In this taciturn nite, I scream to no avail.
Silent shadows caressing me ever so lovingly.
Bereft of emotion, I want nothing more than to fail.

I am nothing, without you, in this moment.
You are everything I want to be.
Stripped of my defenses, awaiting blessed atonement.
Realizing in this life, I shall never be free.