jailer

i fell asleep with the words trapped behind my teeth,
they struggled but they could not get free.
my throat was the cuffs,
the voice in my mind was the bars they lay behind.
the little voice with the strong resolve.
resolve to dissolve the little feelings the wanted so badly to revolt.
to breathe in the glow and grow and grow.

the words will slip by,
the time is nigh when the jailer will forget to check his keys
and out on a breeze they will flow, to glow and grow.

And jailer please, when you're on your knees
in front of an empty cell,
fare not well for well is not what you wished me.
lock yourself in tight, lie alone through the night
and cry and wonder why oh why
you did it to yourself.

i hope that part of me rots in that cell, loses the key
and is never let free,
that empty, lonely part of me.
never let it free.