Delivered

I was taken hostage

on the stereotype stage.

There wasn't an exit

couldn't quit,

all doors, red

had entry marked in black 

on its head,

face disengaged

from inside, deranged

uttered some same 

seamless, shameless

onerous words, 

actions marched blindfolded

had to play willy-nilly 

trained thoughts, rigid, rhymed silly

everything seemed dull and done

to the core

from one to four

from four to one.

I was on the road,

walking…but tied to the floor

legs hurt walking the traveled way.

Jackass! I was still indoors

star-gauging, bored

rude at night, shrewd during the day.

I tried high and low

to break open from a window

what a kick-ass of performance

happy from top to toe I became a witness 

in the audience, 

watching life and death from the infinite stage 

made perfect sense.

Out into the brooks drenching in the rains;

sun-bathing on the beaches, 

singing to the mountains;

new stories fell in love, all around 

brown leaves razed to the ground

wrote fresh tales on the patient page.

With marks on my legs I was delivered 

from the captivating cage.