Spirit is a fickle creature;
one that’s solitary in nature.

Confined
and banging on the door,
the very essence of being
strains against the chains
withholding it.

Unknowingly,
the reverberating beat
echoes through the walls
of its’ confines to take hold.

For a moment, at least,
then they release...

Released and rejected;
spirit gives way, instead,
to torment.

(Co-written with my Mother)