Wound Down
I am a toy now
to be picked up
and tossed aside
to wind up
and let wind down
to be ignored
not long enough to die
a little hope
let me struggle on
when I am resigned
then give me some more
when all is lost
rattle this cage
stir me awake again
watch my eyes yearn
see my vision cloud
and my hope disappear
all over again
but I have found a place
it is quiet here alone
a silent world apart
from this place I see
I look out at the world
with sadness I turn away
frown with absent thought
in this dark quiet place
a world beyond pain
outside the reach of compassion
behind a locked door
shielded against hope
in my own misery I feel peace
here in my cage I am free
shutter a window
give in to despair
inside it is safe
inside I can die
safe from your life
that I crave so much
but you give so little
much too little for me
just a little bit more
I could have given you life
the toy in the game
feels used and used up
when you are ready for love
give me some in return