Tower

It has been 5 months since I was placed into exile The world could not help me And I could not care for the world You all did what you thought was best for society To lock me up, to put me under arrest In the tower I was imprisoned, in the tower I was left Broken and battered I agreed There is no use for me here. I merely take up space So I shall go to your tower. That was made specifically for me Trapped above the rest of the world Suspended from life’s activities Sentenced to watch you from above Five months have come and gone I have felt fall turn to winter And seen winter turn into spring Yet no one has come looking for me Friends, family they merely make time to look to the tower every now and then In chance that they might see there incarcerated friend I enjoy the silence It has brought me much pain over the years Yet it now it serves a new purpose, it now brings me peace You all have given me time, time for me to reflect on the past What had happened to me, to us, in all of these years of turmoil The darkness and silence has brought me closure This exile has been tough I’ve learned to fend for myself For when locked above you all, how can I ask for help Some might call this being empty I call it survival, for when you are in the tower All you shall see is red Red is the color of the walls The blood from the inmates before I Driven insane, they decided to overcome life itself Suicidal tendencies bring prisoners to their knees In the tower that I am held I stick my head out the window The air is cold, the night dark No one walks below my tower No one bothers to secure my tower I could escape But why? Escaping serves me no advantage Isolation has been near and dear to me And freedom has been cruel and deceptive The tower has become my home In the tower I burn for you all Self-exile was made for mehow many fates turn around in the overtime trusting my soul to the ice cream assassin 6.58 are you sure where my spark is Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 11:55 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10