Captivated

[asthaoo]

Would you walk with me, if you could?
I promise to let you remain in your usual chains.
The cold, hard metal would still press against your clammy skin,
and your eyes would still be shielded from the sun with your dull, damp hair.
You'd be comfortable in your apathy,
You'd be safe.

If I touched you, would you feel my presence?
I promise to fix any damage that I may cause to the cardboard box that encages you,
if you insisted with the silent sounds that stir within your eyes,
I would take my hand away.
You could forget once more the overwhelming touch,
and fade back into oblivion.

If I spoke to you, would you reply?
How could you, with that rag tied around your mouth?
I would only hear desperate, muffled tones of sorrow and restful ignorance;
I'd walk away frustrated and leave you in exasperation.
Without my devastating words,
you could remain in your glorious complacency.

And if they released you, would you insist on living?
You would falter -- despondent and lost;
scathed and alone.
With your downcast eyes, you would feel the piercing heat of the sun,
but neglect to look up and see the beauty of its light.

I yearn to break the intertwined cords of metal restraining you, and put in flames your cardboard box,
if only you would sacrifice safety
for the volatile prize of freedom.

[birgitta_nell@y]

This is really lovely- well done! I like how you used the differant images in here, really cool. :-)